Sitting on the porch today: a string of a dozen or so otter-pops, and scissors by my side. Wyatt and O gone to Target. Mom’s gone to see Leslee. Cal isn’t crying, for the first time in 48 hours. He’s pushing Olivia’s bike around on the porch. White van pulls up.

My eyes narrow. Unmarked white vans are NOT welcome on my street. Man gets out. “Stay away! I have swine flu!” I think to myself. He goes around to the far side of the van.

“What does he need. I HAVE swine flu!”

He re-emerges with a beautiful purple and white boquet of flowers.

“How close should he get to me? I have swine flu.” I eye his clipboard, knowing a signature request is coming.

“I’ve never been sent flowers before! I’ve never been sent flowers in my whole life!” He makes his way across the front lawn.

“Who sent them? Wyatt? Or my dad?” I instantly know its one of those two.

He steps up from the lawn to the porch. “It must be a hazardous job delivering flowers. You have to be exposed to all the sick people.”

“Sign here.” Is all he says.

I take the pen, legitimately trying not to touch him or breath on him. Sign fast.

“Look, there’s even a card!” I admire it. It has the name of the florist (unlike the unmarked white van) on it. It says: To Andrea and Calvin on the outside. I don’t even mind sharing my first sent flowers with Cal. He’s super cute- even if he has been crying non-stop for 48 hours. Who can be uncheered with flowers?

The card has a sweet get-well message on the inside – from my Dad.

More good things about having swine flu to follow in another post shortly, as long as I’m not overcome with bitterness of being sick the first week of good weather this summer!