Gotcha

A lady came in today looking and said she was looking for a bouquet.  I asked her if it was for a special occasion.  She said yes.  It is her Gotcha Day.  I heard the expression but could not recall what it was.  Gotcha Day is the day a person receives their adopted child.  That is awesome.  She has a boy and a girl.  She brought them home on the same day.  Both are from the Ukraine.  They were like 4 and 7 when she brought them home.  They were not blood siblings.
She likes to get them something in the colors of their home country.  That is blue and yellow.  We settled on salt water taffy.  Both of the kids are older now.  I put them in a cute gift bag and put blue curled ribbon on the bag.  It looked adorable.  I was proud of myself.  Who said I am not crafty?  I'm looking at you Tru Stories.
We were chatting.  She showed me pictures of then and now.  They are really good looking kids.  They look so much alike.  I feel like Paul Harvey at this point.  The big ending.  Her daughter is pregnant.  Her due date is, TODAY.  Gotcha Day.  She probably is not going to have the baby today.  At least nothing has happened yet.  I might never see the lady again.  I guess if I'm writing the story I can change the ending.  Here is how I want it to end:
As I was ringing up her order, she received a phone call from her daughter.  She was on her way to the hospital.  Her water broke and she was having major contractions.  The lady grabbed her change and ran out the door.  Gotcha!
Another day, another great story!