want to add to my stress. Relieved but still emotional, I reached for the card in the bouquet and handed it to her. Megan opened it and gasped. “To Megan, the best wife and mother. Thank you for everything you do. Love, Tom and Leo.” I had sent the flowers. After figuring out what she was really doing, I wanted to hear the truth from her. So I set up the delivery to bring it all into the open—gently. Megan laughed through tears. I told her I’d gotten a raise,
and she didn’t have to keep her side hustle a secret anymore—unless she wanted to keep doing it because she loved it. Leo beamed and asked for his own bouquet to give Grandma. And just like that, our little Thanksgiving turned into a day of renewed trust, love, and unexpected joy.