Delivery Day Flowers

We have just finished “birthday season” at my house. Along with all of the gifts, balloons, streamers and cake comes flowers…

“Delivery Day Flowers”.

It has become a cherished tradition at our house and one that I’ve tried to write about many times.

However I’ve never been able to successfully express what these flowers mean to me.

The tradition began with my mom nearly losing her life after giving me mine. She hemorrhaged the night we all came home from the hospital and by the time the doctor actually decided to send her back to the hospital, she was already finding herself floating towards the white light. My first two weeks on earth were spent with my daddy looking after me as my mom healed in the hospital from her near death experience.

This is the first photo taken of my mom getting to hold me after her second trip home. The following year on my first birthday my dad sent her flowers in celebration and appreciation of her life (and mine) and of all that she had gone through. Hence Delivery Day Flowers were born. The tradition has been carried on every single year for every single birth-day including the less theatrical birth-day of my sister. Every delivery day whether traumatic or not deserves a celebration & appreciation.

I grew up seeing those beautiful flowers delivered every year and with every year I could feel the gratitude in my heart grow deeper for what they really stood for.  I can’t even begin to put into words how fortunate I feel to have been given not only the gift of my life, but that of my mom’s life too.

My heart felt complete.

Then our first baby girl was born.

I had an entirely new appreciation for love. Especially for a mother’s love.

And a daughter’s love too.

The love I had in my heart came full circle in ways I had never dreamt possible. It couldn’t get any better than this.

But then our second baby girl was born and the love multiplied,

times two.

My Yanni has carried out the tradition of delivery day flowers for each girl since the day our first born made her entrance into this world.

Every year amidst the birthday gifts, balloons, streamers & cake there is always a beautiful bouquet tucked in there somewhere waiting to surprise me.

And with each beautiful bouquet I am reminded of  just how delicate life is and how blessed we all are to celebrate and fully appreciate each passing year.

I am reminded of a mother’s love.

Of a daughter’s appreciation.

And of love coming full circle.

Times infinity.



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  1. I love this tradition, and the story that goes along with it, Wendy. You are such a neat person with so many neat things to share!

  2. What a beautiful tradition (and photos)! As a mother myself, I now understand that my birth was something my mom and I experienced together, just the two of us, no matter how many others were in the room. She died many years ago, and every year on my birthday I spend some time alone to be with her in my thoughts and honour her.

  3. What an amazing way to celebrate such a beautiful occassion! I am a twin so I celebrate that special day with two of the most important people my heart holds dear! I cannot imagine a more special way to celebrate! Thank you for sharing your wonderful story!

  4. What a beautiful, touching post – and those pictures of you and your babies are precious. We do need to stop and smell the roses in life.

  5. Such a wonderful post!! Thank you for sharing and I hope the tradition carries on for many more generations.

  6. This has stopped me in my tracks. Thanks so much for sharing this beauty and love with us. There is nothing like family and a mothers love 🙂 xxoo

  7. I think what you father started was such a beautiful tradition and that your husband carried it on with the birth of your daughters is so touching (as was this post). I know that your daughters, should they marry and have children one day, will marry the same type of wonderful men that your Dad and your Yanni are so that this deeply meaningful tradition lives on.

  8. your post made me cry Wendy!! yesterday was our first born’s 24th birthday……I shared your story with my hubby {wink}

    I love that your hubby has carried on that tradition!

  9. What a beautiful post, Wendy and such an amazing tradition that you have kept up. This kind of story shows what a family is truly made of – strength, love and an appreciation for what is truly important.

  10. I was truly touched by your tribute to your mother, father, and husband. You opened yourself even further than I am sure you already do to share these beautiful moments. I lost my mother when I was nine. She was everything to me. I love this tradition that I am sure will remain in your family for infinity. Thank you for sharing this special, private gift.

  11. A beautiful reminder that after all the cakes, balloons and streamers, THIS is what it’s all about. Family, tradition, love, remembering, celebrating, honoring. There is nothing like the love a mama has for her babies. Thank you for sharing and touching my heart this morning.

  12. Beautiful post, thank you for sharing. My dad gives me flowers for my birthday every year-he’s never missed year-even when he is out of the country traveling. Family traditions are so important and we can’t wait to start our own with our new baby boy. Hugs to you!

  13. What a beautiful tradition. I think I’ll pass this idea to my sons for the day when they have wives and babies. Love it and thanks for sharing.

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