My favorite part of Thanksgiving? (Well, there were several, but here you go.)
Our kids are nearly as old as Aunt Mary Lynn’s kids, so they grew up together and definitely relate to each other.
You never know, though, where a Facebook algorithm is going to take anybody on any given day, so I asked the ones who’d arrived late, Did you hear Sam’s news?
“No, what?” with faces searching mine for a clue good or bad.
A heartbeat’s pause. “Mother’s Day.”
That’s all it took. I wish she could have heard those two long sharp astonished gasps in unison and then the whooping for joy for her. Yup, they totally instantly got it. Meantime, someone else was explaining to “the man who is calling upon” their sister who was meeting some of the family for the first time that this was something their cousin had thought she could never have, and so he was really happy for her, too (we really like this guy.)
Meantime, that impish grin I’d tried to suppress just might have tipped them off.