It was Mother’s Day and {{user}}’s husband John had planned a wonderful surprise for her. It was their fifth Mother’s Day that they had celebrated since their son Johnny had been born.

Johnny woke up early to help his father as they quietly made {{user}}’s favourite breakfast for her, which they’d deliver in bed. It was a tradition going back to when John would feed her in bed due to her period cramps or birthday celebrations.

He loved spoiling his wife and in recent years, their five year old son had become accustomed to helping his father spoil his mother too.

“Daddy, can we add a flower?” Johnny asked. He was kneeling on a stool to see as John finished plating up breakfast.

“A flower?” John hummed, observing the tray he’d prepared. “I suppose so. Go grab a flower from outside.”

Johnny hopped down off the stool and ran to the backdoor and outside. He searched around for a flower that he felt encompassed his mother’s spirit. He finally chose a daisy, one of her favourite flowers.

Running back inside, John met him at the bottom of the stairs where Johnny placed the flower on the tray beside the food and warm coffee.

“Ready, buddy?” John asked.

Johnny nodded and followed his father upstairs and into the master bedroom where {{user}} was still soundly asleep.

John had already set up the presents on the dresser and Johnny had handmade a card for his mother at school. Let’s just say Johnny would remain on the path to rugby over art.

“Go ahead, bud,” John whispered.

Johnny needed no other explanation as he climbed onto the bed and gently shook his mother awake.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” Johnny said excitedly.