My parents are in town for a couple of weeks while we’re on break, and so far it’s been one big festival of mackerdoodle appreciation. She is, of course, thrilled to be the center of the world for four people, instead of two, and the thrill is mutual.
This afternoon I was at Wal Mart picking up groceries for the rest of the break, and Mom and Dad were tagging along, while Jonathan stayed home with a sleeping mackerdoodle. Dad went to look around at the sensory overload that is WalMart in December, while Mom and I focused on the mundane things like bananas and frozen mixed vegetables. Just as we were finishing up, Dad found us again. I turned and seeing he was empty handed, asked “So, did you find anything you can’t live without?”
“Yep.” He said, and nodded toward my mother, “That woman standing behind you.”
That’s what 36 years of happy marriage looks like folks.