My daughter planned an elegant dinner to celebrate her promotion. She told me, “Do not come downstairs, Mom. You embarrass me. My mother-in-law will take your place.” I smiled. When everyone sat down at the table, I came downstairs — and what I did next…
“Do not come down, Mom. You embarrass me. My mother-in-law will take your place tonight.” That was the sentence that froze me on the third stair—one hand gripping the wooden rail, the other still holding the napkins I had folded for Rowan’s promotion dinner. Laughter drifted from the dining room below, polished voices from…
