My sons are amazing.
Thanksgiving came, and this year we somehow managed to have Jeff's parents and my parents join us for the holiday. The boys came into town, Hyde with a surprise guest of a girlfriend and Jasper with stories of the Dallas art scene. We managed to squeeze everyone into the house for the extended weekend, so it was like a giant family sleepover.
During the entire cooking of Thanksgiving, I was starting to be a nervous mess. I could care less if the deviled eggs looked pretty, or the turkey was brown: My mind was running at 1000 miles a minute over the spreading the news. How would they take it?
The table spread, all of us around the turkey, we dropped the bomb.
Jeff's mom dropped her fork the the floor. My parents started laughing. And, Hyde turned to Jasper with a massive grin.
"Finally, you can't call me the baby anymore!"
It was a nice moment, and I'm happy that everyone reacted with such joy. We explained our story, and everyone ate while recapping their favorite baby stories.
Later that night, Jeff and I pulled Hyde and Jasper aside. We explained to them that our income was different then that of when we had raised them. The two laughed at us.
"Mom, do you really think we'd expect you to not spoil this baby? It's a miracle!"
Have I mentioned that my sons are amazing?
