The light dinner we shared was another master stroke on my mom's part. "We'll all be too nervous and excited to want a big dinner," she had said thoughtfully, chewing her lip. "We'll have a big lunch right after we get home from the airport instead..."
As we sat around the dinner table and munched the finger sandwiches, chips and dips, the nervous excitement was palpable. Mom was the first to finish eating. She rose from the table and gave us a beautiful smile.
"I know it's early, but I'm going to get ready for bed," she stated. She turned and rinsed her dishes quickly before putting them in the dishwasher. She hummed happily as she headed down the hallway and into her bedroom. She was still humming when she went into the bathroom and started her shower.
Patricia licked her lips and loo
