It was a dreary, overcast start of the day. I was at the kitchen sink filling the kettle with water when my son Alex came into the room.

“Morning!” he said as he came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Morning to you, too!” I turned off the water and put the kettle on the stove. “You know, even though it’s overcast today it’s still beautiful out. Don’t you think?”

Alex looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, it’s not Winter anymore. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Exactly!” I pointed out the window. “By the way, have you seen all the bright colors out there?”

Alex looked confused. “What bright colors?”

I went over to the window and pointed to our back yard. “Look at how brilliant the yellow is on the daffodils!” I pointed to our backyard neighbor. “I can’t believe what a bright magenta their azaleas are!” I clapped my hands together and couldn’t help but smile. “I swear, I feel like someone who is color blind and puts those glasses on so they can see color for the very first time!” Even I could hear the excitement in my voice.

Alex had a concerned look on his face as he looked over at the kettle on the stove. “Exactly how many cups of tea have you already had this morning?”

“Oh, come on!” I had to laugh. “It’s been months of looking outside and only seeing different shades of gray! Aren’t you happy to finally be able to see all this color?”

“Clearly not as excited as you.” Alex laughed as he went to the cabinet to get a coffee mug.

I looked back out the window. “I’d forgotten the neighbors over there even had a magnolia tree.”

I looked back at Alex. “It’s such a beautiful shade of pink!”

Alex began making his coffee. “Yup, it’s pink alright.”

“You know,” I turned around and leaned against the counter. “When we had to take down the Japanese maple in the front yard last Fall I was really upset.”

Alex looked over at me, confusion crossing his face again. “Wasn’t it half dead?”

“Yes.” I shrugged my shoulders. “But that’s not the point.”

“It isn’t?”

“Well, yes it is.” I agreed. “But what I meant was I didn’t realize how much I was going to miss that pop of color in the Spring with its crimson leaves.”

“So why don’t you plant another one?”

I looked over at Alex and smiled. “You know that’s really a great idea!” I went into the living room to look out the front window. Alex followed me, taking a sip of his coffee. I looked up and down the street. “But maybe not a Japanese maple this time.”

Alex shook his head and laughed again. “You were just saying how much you miss that tree!”

“I know but everyone has one of those trees on their front lawn.” I pointed out the window as I looked back at Alex. “The developer must have planted them when they first built this development.”

“So what do you want to plant instead?”

“Something that has a brilliant Spring color.” I said as I sat down on the couch and picked up my phone. “Oh, this is going to be the fun part!” I typed in flowering-trees-in-New-Jersey-that-are- deer-resistant. I looked over at Alex and grinned. “I can’t wait to see what I get to choose from!”

My son Alex and I were headed out to grab something to eat. While I was locking the front door I couldn’t help but hear the mockingbird at the top of our holly tree singing away.

We both stopped to listen to him. “He doesn’t stop for a breath.” I said as the bird went from one song to another seamlessly.

“Tell me about it.” Alex sighed as he began shaking his head. “He’s right outside my bedroom window and he’s non-stop!”

“How long has he been in the holly tree?”

“Weeks!” Alex began walking to the car. “From first thing in the morning until sunset!”

I walked down the steps following him to the car. “Well it’s Spring. He’s probably calling out for a mate.”

“Well, I hope he doesn’t find one.” Alex said as he got in the car and fastened his seat belt.

“Hey, that’s not very nice.” I scolded him as I started the car and the radio began to play.

“Okay, I’ll correct that.” He leaned forward and turned the radio off. “I hope he doesn’t find one in our yard.” He leaned back and looked over at me. “How’s that?”

“I guess that’s better.” I put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. “You know, mockingbirds are one of the birds that can recognize faces.” I put the car in drive and looked over at Alex. “So don’t think you’re going to be able to chase him away because he’ll come after you.” I warned.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to do anything mean.”

I looked over at him raising my eyebrows. “Like when you put the rubber snakes in the holly tree to stop the robins from nesting in it?”

Alex laughed. “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that!” He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “It didn’t work. The robins nest in that tree every year!”

“You certainly have a lot of complaints about the holly tree.” We were almost at the bagel store.

“Only in the Spring.” He corrected me. “Because it’s right next to my bed!”

“It’s only a few weeks until the babies leave the nest.”

“How would you like to get woken up every morning by baby robins screaming to be fed?” He looked over at me as I pulled into the parking lot. “I used to think the robins were a pain but now that the mockingbird has claimed the tree it’s worse! He doesn’t take a breath between songs!”

“It won’t be much longer.” I reasoned.

“How do you know?” Alex countered.

I parked the car and looked over at him. “Actually I don’t.” I admitted. “But try and look on the bright side.”

Alex didn’t look impressed with what I was about to say. “What bright side?”

“At least it’s not a catbird that just yells.” I tried looking hopeful. “The mockingbird at least sings.”

“That’s the bright side?” Alex laughed.

“Well, that and lunch is on me today.” I gave him a quick smile.

Alex smiled and nodded. “That could definitely help.”

“Oh my gosh! Isn’t this the cutest thing ever!” I was holding up a tiny wooden hummingbird house that I’d just taken out of the delivery box.

My son Alex came over to look at it. “It sure is tiny.”

I looked out the kitchen window, trying to decide where I wanted to hang it in our backyard.

Alex took the birdhouse out of my hand to take a closer look. “Exactly how does the hummingbird get in here?”

“What?” I looked over at Alex. “What do you mean how does he get in?”

Alex pointed to the depth of the birdhouse. “It’s beak wouldn’t even fit in here.”

I took the birdhouse from him. “I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe they back in?”

Alex started to laugh. “Are you serious?”

“No.” I took my phone out of my pocket and held it up to Alex. “I’ll just Google how hummingbirds use birdhouses.” I tapped away. “Oh come on!” I cried as I shook my head in disbelief. I looked back at Alex. “They don’t use birdhouses at all! They make their nest high up in a tree using dandelion down, moss, and hold it all together with spider silk!”

“Spider webs?” Alex looked surprised. “Why?”

I scrolled further in the article. “Because they need the nest to be able to expand as the babies get bigger.” I nodded in agreement. “That seems smart.”

“How are they finding spider webs?” Alex asked as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Probably the same way I do.” I laughed. “By unexpectedly walking through one and windmilling my arms to get it off of me!”

“They have wings.” Alex laughed.

“You know what I meant.” I was still laughing as I picked up the hummingbird birdhouse from the countertop.

“So now what are you going to do with it?” Alex asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m going to go out and hang it up in one of our trees.”

“But you just said they won’t use it.” Alex looked confused.

“Hey, I have a fairy door at the base of a tree. Do you really think I’m expecting a fairy to use it?” I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. “I don’t care if they use it or not.” I headed for the back door. “It’s super cute and I’m hanging it up.”

I was just getting ready to go out the door when my husband Steven came into the room. “What’s going on?”

“Mom’s hanging a hummingbird birdhouse out in the back yard.” Alex was at the door watching me walk across the deck headed for our woods. “Even though she just found out that hummingbirds don’t use birdhouses!” He called out to me.

I held the birdhouse up over my shoulder for both of them to see. “Don’t care!” I called back. “It’s super cute!”

“Why do they even make hummingbird birdhouses if the birds don’t use them?” I heard Steven ask.

“Because people like me will buy them because they’re…”

“Super cute.” Steven finished my sentence.

“Exactly!” I was busy hanging it from a branch. When I was finished I stepped back and looked over at my guys. “Can you see it from there?”

Alex and Steven nodded.

“Perfect!” I couldn’t help but smile as I walked back to the house.

I was out in our back yard filling the bird feeders with seed. I looked over at the pile of dirt the backhoe had created when my husband Steven’s garden was being installed last fall.

“Oh my gosh.” I whispered. “I can’t believe they made it!” I cried out when I saw the miniature daffodils I’d planted last spring were blooming right in the center of the dirt mound.

I put the bag of bird seed down and went over to take a closer look.

“What made it?” Steven asked as he opened his garden gate and walked over towards me.

I was pointing to the delicate blooms. “I planted them last spring! I thought I’d lost all the flowers I’d planted over here when the backhoe dumped the extra dirt from the garden over them.”

Steven looked surprised. “Why didn’t you tell me you planted flowers there?” He bent down and brushed a few clumps of dirt away from the stems. “I could have dug them up and replanted them somewhere else!”

“Last fall I had no idea where the bulbs were.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I figured I’d just plant some more when we cleaned this mess up.” I bent over and picked up a few rocks that were sticking up from the dirt hill. Walking over to the rock lined path we had in the woods that led to our shed, I called over my shoulder. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and the Lily-of-the-Valley will pop through the dirt hill, too.” I tossed the rocks with several other smaller rocks.

“Oh, man.” Steven sighed. “I forgot about the Lily-of-the-Valley.”

I walked back to where Steven was still brushing dirt clumps away from the daffodils.

“I’ll try again with them, too.” I look over at him and smiled. “This time I’ll plant them closer together. They looked silly six inches apart.”

“Well, aren’t they suppose to spread?”

“Yeah, but for some reason mine didn’t.” I shrugged my shoulders again. “I never said I had a green thumb.”

Steven laughed as he looked over at his garden, where he’d just planted some lettuce and spinach. “Is that a subtle hint that you’re not planning on helping me in the garden?”

“Do you really want my help?” I had to laugh. “I’m guessing you don’t remember my tomato plants, a few years back, where I taped the drooping stems to the spindles of the deck?”

Steven nodded his head. “That’s true maybe you should stay away from the growing season.” He looked over at me. “How about when it’s time to pick the vegetables?”

It was my turn to nod my head. “That sounds like something I can handle.”

Steven picked one of the daffodils and stood up. “Sorry about your flowers being buried.” He said as he handed the flower to me.

I smiled as I took it from him, held it up to my nose, and inhaled. “Not much of a scent but they’re so beautiful.” I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking back towards the bird feeders to finish filling them. “I haven’t given up hope for the Lily-of-the-Valley yet!” I called as I held up the daffodil. “These survived!”

“Dinner!” I called as I placed the last dish on the table.

“Coming!” My husband Steven called from downstairs.

“Be right there!” Alex called from his room.

Once everyone was sitting, napkins in our laps, Alex looked at his plate then over at mine. “Is this a new recipe?”

“Yup!” I took my fork and began twirling the pasta, that was coated in the rich cream sauce, making sure to stab a piece of chicken and a bite size piece of sun dried tomato along with it. “It’s called Marry Me Chicken.” I popped the forkful into my mouth and began to chew. “Oh, man! That’s good!” I said after a few seconds.

Alex was still looking at his plate and hadn’t picked up his fork yet. “So what’s in it?”

Steven had already taken a bite. “It’s good!” He took his fork and poked past the chicken. “Okay, I see the sun dried tomatoes and red pepper flakes.”

Alex picked up his fork. “Are there any onions in it?” He speared a piece of chicken and took a small bite.

“Very little.” I reassured him. “Also very little garlic.”

It’s hard to believe I could have a son that wasn’t a big fan of onions or garlic because I could put both in everything!

Alex began nodding his head. “The sauce is good.”

I had to laugh. “Well, thank you.” I looked over at Steven. “So is this one a keeper?”

“Sure!” He picked up the container of grated cheese and took a spoonful, sprinkling it over his pasta.

“Okay, good.” I twirled another forkful. “I’m always looking for another way to cook chicken!”

Alex reached over and took the container of grated cheese. “So why is it called Marry Me chicken?” He sprinkled some cheese over his pasta too.

“The recipe said that if you make it for your partner, a marriage proposal will be his next question.”

Alex looked over at Steven. “So, would it have worked on you?”

Steven shrugged his shoulders and laughed. “You’re Mom got me with a grilled cheese sandwich.”

Alex started to laugh. “Really?”

“Hey, that was one of my signature meals back then!” I cried.

“That and tuna salad.” Steven looked over at me. “In fact, I still remember you ordered a tuna melt on our first lunch date.”

A burst of laughter came out of me. “Well, I guess I wasn’t thinking about getting a kiss on that first date with tuna breath!”

Alex shook his head and held up his hand. “I don’t want to hear any more.”

I looked over at Steven smiled. “I can’t believe you remember what I ordered after all this time.”

He shrugged his shoulders again and smiled. “Hey, it looked like a good tuna melt.”

“It’s here! It’s finally here!” I cried as I went over to the oven to reset the clock. “Spring ahead!”

My son Alex came into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” he asked as he opened the refrigerator to see if anything caught his eye.

“I’m moving the clocks ahead!” I cried. “It’s Daylight Savings Time!”

Alex closed the refrigerator door and looked over at me with a confused look on his face. “It’s only Friday afternoon. I thought the clocks got changed tomorrow night?”

“That’s true.” I shrugged my shoulders. “But I like to start early.”

Alex laughed as he went over to the pantry to see if anything in there looked promising.

I went over to the microwave to change the time on that too.

Alex found a box of crackers, leaned against the counter, and poured a few into his hand. “So, Dad was saying this might be the last time we change the clocks.”

He watched me as I pushed several buttons on the microwave. “Wouldn’t that be nice.” I answered.

My husband Steven came into the kitchen. “What are you two up to?”

“Mom’s changing the clocks early.” Alex popped another cracker into his mouth. “I was telling her that this might be the last time we have to change the clocks.”

“It sound like that’s what’s going to happen.” He looked over at Alex and held his hand out for Alex to shake a few crackers into it. “I’m all for not changing the clocks twice a year but if they had to pick one they should have stayed on standard time instead of daylight savings.”

I looked over at Steven, a confused look on my face. “Why?”

“Because it’s better for our sleep.” He leaned against the counter next to Alex and popped a cracker into his mouth. “They’ve done studies that say if we stayed on standard time we’d get more light in the morning and it’s closer to our natural sleeping rhythm.”

“So why are we going to stay on daylight savings time?”

Steven popped another cracker in his mouth and looked over at me, raising his eyebrows.

I sighed. “Because when it comes time to make a good decision or a stupid decision…” I didn’t have to finish the sentence.

“Exactly.” Steven laughed. “But it’s still better than switching it back and forth every year.”

I sighed again. “I guess.” I headed to the living room, ready to change another clock. “I am going to miss that extra hour of sleep in the fall.” I called.

Alex followed me into the living room. “But now it’s going to be light out later so we’ll be able to go on walks after you get off from work.” He reminded me.

I looked over at him, nodding my head. “That’s true.” I picked up the clock that was on the shelf and began moving the hands forward. “But I am going to miss coming home from work and getting right into my pajamas.”

Alex started to laugh. “Five minutes ago you were saying, ‘It’s here! It’s finally here!’ that it was finally Daylight Savings Time!”

“What can I say?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m also a big fan of my pajama time!”

It felt like a normal Saturday morning. I came out of the shower, dressed, went into the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher then turned it on.

Next, I went downstairs to put in a load of laundry.

After that I headed to our bathroom to finish getting ready for the day.

As I came into the bathroom I noticed the shower stall was filled with water that hadn’t been there when I’d showered.

“Uh, oh!” I ran to the kitchen to turn off the dishwasher and quickly headed to the laundry room to shut off the washing machine.

I saw, out of the kitchen window, that my husband Steven was working in the garden. I ran to the back door.

“Steven! Water’s backing up in our shower stall!” I cried.

Steven seemed unfazed. “Okay, when I’m done out here I’ll come in and use a snake.” He stopped and looked over at me. “Or maybe I’ll use an auger instead.”

“So it’s not an emergency?” I asked.

Steven went back to getting the garden ready for planting. “Not if it isn’t still coming up.” He knocked the ice off one of the planters.

“Oh, okay.” I closed the door and headed back to the bathroom. “What’s an auger?” I said to myself as I double-checked to see that the water wasn’t coming up any further in the shower.

My son, Alex came to my bedroom door. “Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked.

“I’m not sure.” I looked over at the shower. “Do you think I need to stay and help Dad unclog the drain?”

Alex shook his head and laughed. “Have you ever helped him do it before?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “No. Not really.” I looked over at the shower stall again. “But, what if he wasn’t here?”

Alex looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Remember when your Dad went away a few winters ago and the pipes in the bathroom froze?”

“Kind of.”

“I called your Dad in a panic because I wasn’t sure what to do!”

“So, you called him and he walked you through it.” Alex still looked confused. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem is, I should know how to fix things around the house too!”

Steven came into the bedroom. “Okay, I’m done with the garden.” He looked over at the shower stall. “I’m thinking the auger will do the trick.”

“You know.” I looked over at Alex. “Maybe I should stay.” I looked over at Steven. “I should really know how to fix more things around here.”

Steven’s eyebrows went up and a smile lit up his face. “Really?” He looked back at the shower. “You do realize it could be hair or grease?” He looked back at me with a concerned looked on his face. “Whatever it is it’s going to be messy and smelly.”

I crinkled my nose. “Okay, maybe I’ll pass on this one.” I looked over at Alex. “Why don’t we take our walk and when we get back maybe I could start taking notes on where all the shut off valves are and other things you think are necessary to fix around the house.”

Steven started to laugh. “So it’s a pass with the auger?”

I nodded my head. “I’m going to stick with my plunger skills for right now.”

My son Alex and I were getting ready to go for a walk when my husband Steven came into the room.

“Where are you two headed?” he asked.

“We’re going to take a walk in the woods.” Alex said as he was putting on his jacket. “Do you want to come?”

Steven shook his head. “I’ve still got some work to finish up.” He looked over at me. “You two have a good time.”

I was slipping into my own coat. “Hey, did I tell you that while I was sweeping the kitchen, after breakfast this morning, I found a white feather about this big?” I held my pointer finger and thumb about two inches apart.

Steven nodded his head. “That’s a pretty big feather to find in the house.”

I looked over at Alex. “See! I told you it was a sign from my guardian angel!”

Alex looked over at Steven and shook his head. “I told her it was probably from one of my pillows in my bedroom.” Alex looked over at me. “Because if we go by your reasoning then I have about four signs from guardian angels on my bedroom floor right now!”

I ignored his reasoning and looked back over at Steven. “Right after I found the feather I looked out the kitchen window and saw a red cardinal sitting on the pine tree!” I looked back at Alex. “Another sign of good luck.”

Alex started to laugh. “You have three bird feeders in the back yard! Of course you’re going to be seeing birds out there!”

“Come on!” I said as I zipped up my coat. “A white feather and a red cardinal all within a minute! That can’t be a coincidence.” I reached into the pocket of my coat, looking for my gloves when I felt a coin instead and pulled it out.

Holding it up for both of them to see. “Now I find a penny in my pocket!” I looked at both of them. “How much more proof do you need to see? Clearly I’m finding good luck signs all over the place!”

Steven looked over at Alex and shrugged his shoulders then looked over at me. “Why don’t you toss that penny in the other room so I can find it? I could use some good luck.”

I tucked the penny back in my pocket. “That’s not how these things work.” I explained.

“So you’re telling me that you can’t give some of your luck to me?”

“Nope. These signs are just for me.” I looked over at Alex. “Are you ready to go?”

“Sure.”

Steven followed us to the front door.

Waiting in the doorway, watching us as we walked to the car, Steven finally called out. “Okay, I figured out a way to get around your rules.”

I turned around and looked at him. A confused look on my face. “What do you mean by getting around my rules?”

“Well,” Steven leaned against the door jam crossing his arms across his chest. “You’re telling me that you’re the one finding all these signs of luck so after your walk could you swing by the store and pick up some lottery tickets?”

I looked over the car roof to Alex who was standing by the passenger door and sighed as I rolled my eyes.

Alex shrugged his shoulders and started to laugh. “Hey, you’re the one that’s bragging about finding all these lucky signs today.”

I came into the house carrying several grocery bags, when I was met at the door by Winston, a little black, silver streaked Shih Tzu mix.

“Well, look who’s here for a sleepover!” I cried as I put the bags down on the floor and began petting him. “Oh my gosh! You are so darn cute!”

Tail wagging, and making little whining noises, Winston was enjoying the attention he was getting from his cuteness.

After several minutes of ear rubs, I picked up my bags and headed to the kitchen.

My son Alex was standing by the refrigerator. “Be careful! He’s right behind you!”

I turned and looked down and there he was right on my heels. “Oh, boy. This is going to take some getting used to.”

I began putting away the groceries, moving slowly and deliberately, as if I were walking on ice. Trying to be careful not to step on his tiny paws.

I looked over at Alex as I began folding the grocery bags. “Do you want to take a walk later?”

Immediately Winston began dancing around and barking.

Alex started to laugh. “Well, it looks like he understands that word!”

I sighed as I looked over at his harness and leash hanging from the door knob of the foyer closet. “I guess this walk is going to take place sooner rather than later.”

I looked back at Alex. “You feel like going now?”

“Sure.” Alex shrugged his shoulders. “Why not?”

I grabbed the harness and sat down on the couch. “Come here little man.” I called as Winston came closer to me still barking. “Okay! We’re going!” I cried as the barking continued.

I scooped him up and put him in my lap. I slipped the harness over his head and laid him on his back.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked loud enough to be heard over Winston’s barking as he walked toward the couch, putting on his jacket.

“Right now…” I looked over at Alex and sighed. “If I were being honest, I’d say I was looking for where his batteries were so I could pop them out for a minute and stop his barking.”

Winston was still barking and squirming while I tried to put his harness on. “But actually I’m just trying to figure out how this harness goes on.”

Alex came over to help me.

Once we were done and Winston was back on the ground I grabbed his leash and clicked it on. “Okay, we’re ready!”

Winston couldn’t get out the door fast enough.

We made our way down the driveway, stopping every second for him to smell and mark is territory.

Minutes had gone by and we had only gotten as far as our next door neighbor’s large beech tree.

I looked over at Alex. “I don’t think this is actually going to be considered a walk for us.”

“No.” Alex laughed shaking his head. “I think this is more like a scavenger hunt for good smells!”

Winston lifted his leg to mark another tree but nothing came out.

“You’re on empty little man.” I said as Winston pulled me further down the street.

“I don’t think that matters to him anymore.” Alex said as we stopped two feet later by a mailbox that got his attention.

“You’ve got to admit, he is adorable.”

Winston pulled his head away from the mailbox, making a quick snorting sound, before moving onto the next tantalizing smell.

“That he is.” Alex agreed as we moved two feet further down our street.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders as I took a forkful of loaded mashed potatoes and put it in my mouth.

“What do you want to do for Valentine’s Day this year?” My husband Steven asked as we sat at the table eating dinner with our son Alex.

“Do you want to go out to dinner?” he asked.

I shook my head and finished swallowing. “Isn’t it on a Tuesday this year?”

Alex joined in the conversation. “Yup.” Then pointed to the salt shaker. “Can you pass the salt please?”

I handed him the shaker. “I’d rather just cook.” I stabbed a piece of chicken with my fork. “How about something in a red sauce in honor of Valentine’s Day?” I asked as I popped the piece of chicken in my mouth.

“Sounds good to me!” Alex said. “What about ravioli?”

“So you don’t want to go out to dinner.” Steven said as he reached for the bowl of loaded mashed potatoes. “What about flowers?”

I had to laugh. “Are you kidding?” I took my napkin off my lap and wiped my mouth. “First, both of you are allergic to most flowers.”

I looked over at Alex who shrugged his shoulders. “That’s true.”

“And second, they’re triple the price they normally are because it’s Valentine’s Day!”

“Okay, that’s true.” Steven agreed. “So, you’re cooking dinner and that’s how we’re going to celebrate this year?”

“Well…” I held up my hand. “I didn’t say that’s all we can do.”

Steven started to laugh. “I had a feeling. So what do you want for Valentine’s Day?”

“A card would be nice.”

Steven shook his head and looked surprised. “That’s a given. I get you a card every year.”

“I know.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Just double checking.”

“So what else are you thinking about?” Steven put the serving bowl down and picked up the salt shaker.

“Well…” I thought for a minute.

“Are you looking for jewelry?”

“No.” I sat and thought a minute. “Maybe a small box of chocolates?”

Alex looked over at Steven. “Already got that one covered!”

“Hey!” I looked over at Alex. “You just spoiled the surprise!”

Alex shook his head. “I didn’t want you getting two boxes of chocolates.”

Steven looked across the table at me and smiled. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to bother your Mom.”

I couldn’t help but smile myself. “You know me so well.”