Yesterday was Isabel's birthday. Since her last birthday, she's been nominated for a Rhysling award in science fiction poetry, and one of her short novels was routed to an acquiring editor at an online magazine.
We went out to dinner last night, and we're getting a joint birthday cake this weekend from her folks.
Her dad sent her flowers, a little basket of some awful mass-marketed pink. I'll try to get a photo of them this evening.
Little anecdote: The florist her dad called from North Carolina is just up the street from my office here in Clinton. Knight's Florist was advertising flower "bokays" for several years; Isabel noticed it when she was taking a summer internship at the school here in Clinton, and I noticed it just after I started working for David. About a year ago someone else must have noticed, because it got changed one day to "bouquet."