My firstborn asked me this a several years ago when she was starting high school.

One day when she asked me again, I turned to a (very nice) male family member who was in his early twenties at the time and said to her, ask him.

She did and his reply was so good I need to share it again.

Waiting for the nice girls.

Don’t you love it when all the stuff you are trying to teach is finally delivered by another? With outside cred?

On Saturday my oldest opened her front door to find a delivery of her favourite flowers, daisies. Just because.

On Sunday I was sitting at my desk, when  I heard a banging on the front door. I opened it to find my younger daughter’s boyfriend standing, somewhat shyly, looking so adorable I could have screamed, with a bouquet of flowers.

He was coming to make a Promposal.

I whispered to him I am dying to film this but I wont – I ‘ll give you some privacy.

Then I (somewhat pathetically) gave him a smile, a wink and two thumbs up, as if to say you have my vote.

I called upstairs, with a spirit of surprise, Sammy, ‘Stephanie’ is here to see you.

Then I went to the back yard and stared at the flagstone, pretending to be busy. I was shivering with excitement.

Do flowers make a boy nice? NOPE.

Do flowers make a nice boy nicer?

Perhaps.

Is the only thing better than me getting flowers, my children getting flowers?

Yes.

When they go to bed at night, they have flowers in their rooms. It is not making life perfect, but it makes a good life better. Like icing on the cake. The cake of life is ours to bake but I do love icing. And I never find it too sweet.