The card came a day early, propped up on the computer keyboard. He knew I would see it first thing Saturday morning.
The cake came almost late, Sunday evening. The only one left at the bakery was decorated with Spanish words. He said since I had had eight years of Spanish, I should be able to read it. (Actually it was only six years - the other two were Latin and French)
"Happy Mother's Day" is the translation, in case you couldn't guess.