“I WANNA WALLLKK! I WAANNNNAA WALK!” Jenna screamed the entire way.
“Hey Jame, do you need any help?”
I felt my nostrils flare and self-pity over my ruined birthday shoes morphed into a stressed out mama/misunderstood daughter in law/forgotten wife- anger. I plodded forcibly through the grass toward the house, chunks of brownish-gray flying from my right shoe. Kicking off my shoes by the front porch, I turned the knob with my finger like toes (a skill perfected in my youth) and pushed the door open. There was Mike, laughing away at something my Uncle Wayne had just said. I tried to keep cool but as I opened my mouth I was shocked by the high decimal at which my words came, “Miiikkke?” “I’ve got like 16 other things to bring IN!” Actually, it was more like 6 but stress overload caused my brain to malfunction.
But once I got inside, gave my greetings, and saw all the family’s smiles, my heart started to calm. It was an inconvenience, but it was our last Thanksgiving with Jesse before he headed off into the world and who knows how many more we will have with Grandma.