D and I often go to feed ducks in the morning at one of our favorite parks. We even have a favorite duck--Greedy. He's an odd looking duck, always the first duck to meet us, waddling up, quickly passing the other ducks and geese, beak opened wide wanting us to drop a piece of bread right into his mouth. The last time we were there, Greedy wasn't himself, and I noticed he had a little green color on some of his feathers.
"He has a little algae on him" I said to D.
It took us a while to find Greedy that morning, and when he did come up he was slower than usual. After a few minutes he headed back to the water. Then D did ran off to the playground announcing "Greedy is allergic to cats now."
It was a beautiful navy blue box with white decorative trim, sitting on the ottoman waiting for me to open. Not a jewelry box. Much larger than that. It was the type of boxes I see at stores and like to buy. They're empty but they are pretty, waiting to be filled with whatever you want to put in them.
Before his usual early morning routine--getting up early to go out and have a little QT (quiet time) with himself and God--Scot kissed me goodbye, wished me Happy Mother's Day, and said he couldn't wait to give me my present.