As I arrive home from my day as a middle school physical education teacher on Friday, a rental car is parked in front of Alma's house. We weren't expecting company, at least not that I knew of. As I walk up the porch steps, Cameron opens the front door and Liberty toddles out to greet me.
“Momma," Libby cheers as she wraps her arms around my leg.
I lift her in my arms while walking toward Cameron. “What are you doing here?" I suddenly worry we had an editor's meeting I might have forgotten.
Cameron steals Libby from me. “I couldn't miss my niece's first birthday."
I shake my head. When will I ever learn to expect these family surprises? After dinner a knock at the door has Alma hopping from her chair. Trenton, Taylor, and their families spill into the house. Alma's grandchildren sc
