My family all gathered at my aunt’s house on a cold March afternoon. Aunts and uncles who live just around the corner, cousins I hadn’t seen in years, and my brother and his family from two states away milled around waiting for the guest of honor. The Indiana University basketball game was on in the living room; the kitchen counters were loaded with cheesecakes, macaroons, and fruit plates.
We were waiting for my mom to arrive. Though it had been more than a month since her retirement, we were just now celebrating with a surprise party. Several of us sent flowers or cards during her last week of work, so she thought that was the extent of the celebration. But this party had always been in the works, dreamed up by my aunt and cousins.
When most of us arrived, my cousin casually called over to my mom’s house, just a few minutes away, to see if she and my step-dad would like to come over to watch the game and enjoy some dessert. To my mom’s surprise, my step-dad, who was in on the secret, said “yes,” and we all prepared for their imminent arrival.
:: CONTINUE READING ::
Today I am writing over at The High Calling. Follow the link to join me there!