I entered my daughter’s kitchen wearing her Victoria Secret’s Christmas night shirt with the words OPEN ME embalmed in gold scribbled across my chest. My hair pointed in all directions and dried drool crusted white remained on the side of my mouth.
My husband followed mostly dressed, with the exception of his pants, which he carried in his hand. Wearing sneakers, t-shirt, baseball cap, he looked like he was ready for a workout at the gym. The shortest day of the year, winter solstice, and we were about to leave her condo, a stopping point on our way south, to begin our fifteen hour trip to Florida. After grabbing a cup of coffee in the kitchen, we planned to finish dressing and be on our way.
Our daughter’s boyfriend surprised us
But as we turned the corner, seated at…