Me Darlin' Mither is going to have her first visitor staying in her new guest room tonight.
I am packing up the car with the big pillows and coverlet for the bed, and a new lamp for the little dresser.
I'm also taking a vase of flowers from the yard.
The crepe myrtles are loaded with blooms, and the monkey grass we planted in the little strip out front supplied three lovely purple stems for the big vase.
Size doesn't matter with such gorgeous color, so I also filled the little vase Miss Helping Hands donated last week.
And when I saw the big vase of crepe myrtle blossoms right next to the little vase of crepe myrtle blossoms, I remembered a funny story.
One Saturday morning years ago, when we were all much younger, I asked Sam-I-Am to trim up our twelve-foot crepe myrtle for me.
"Everything from three feet down needs to be cut off."
"Okay, mom. I'll do it."
Later in the day, when Prince Charming returned from chauffering the girls to music lessons, he called me at work.
"Honey, did you ask Sam to trim the crepe myrtle?"
"Yes. I did."
"Did you give him any instructions?"
"Yes. I did. I told him to cut off everything from three feet down."
"Well, I just want to warn you, so you can be gentle with him when you come home. He was so proud of himself for doing such a big job for you."
"What happened?"
"Well, the crepe myrtle is now three feet high."
We laughed.
We called it 'crepe murder'.
And we laugh about it every year when the tree blossoms again.