“Thank you all so much for being here tonight,” she began. “Sixty years. Can you believe it? I look at this room full of people I love, and I feel so blessed.”
Appreciative murmurs moved through the room.
A few glasses were raised.
“I want to take a moment to talk about what matters most to me,” she continued. “Family.”
She paused for effect.
“My wonderful husband, Gerald, who has put up with me for thirty-seven years.”
Polite laughter.
“My beautiful daughter, Myra, who has built such an impressive career out in Colorado.”
A few heads turned toward me.
“And my son Kyle, who I am so happy to announce has finally found stability.”
Kyle grinned from his spot near the bar.
Brittany squeezed his arm.
“In fact,” my mother said, her voice lifting with theatrical excitement, “Kyle and his lovely girlfriend, Brittany, have just moved into a beautiful new home. A fresh start. This family has always supported each other, and I am so proud that we could help make this happen.”
