Hi Val!
Mother’s Day 1963
Tick tock. Tick tock. The minute hand moved across the face of the clock, inching its way to the six. Five thirty. She had told them to be there at five. It had now been thirty minutes and all they could do was sit in the office, covered in pictures of happy families and babies...so many babies.
So, Martha and Jonathan.
She wanted to scream.
She wanted to yell.
She wanted to throw something.
Even though everything screams *Lois*. No wonder she and Martha got along as well as they did.
Mother’s Day 1969
She held her adopted son’s hand,
And now they found one. Nice balance with the +/- three years thing.
What a sweet story and wonderful tribute!
Michael