We gathered this weekend for a gastronomical feast prepared by my Mom. She surprises me lately, all in a good way. The younger version of her could put together an eight course dinner party like nobody’s business. It is expected that the octogenarian version’s food and prep may not live up to what used to be; however this weekend it was all good.
This gathering was extra special in that Mom has decided to start her grand daughter’s dowries. She did not make a huge deal out of it. I was expecting more pomp and circumstance; she likes to give and make a production. This time she simply handed Sous-Chef Mermaid (age 11) and Smelly (age one month) each a ring box. It was kind of cool seeing the surprise and joy in Mermaid’s face. She eagerly took the ring out and modeled it for everyone. Smelly was oblivious. I am sure she'll appreciate it when the time comes. Maternal Countessa exclaimed that she would gladly wear it until Smelly is ready. Uncle Fun, MC’s husband, declared that the ring would be kept in a safe place until his daughter was in need of the sparkler.
I jokingly asked where my bauble was but since I have not and cannot produce grandchildren, I was left out of the dowry department. That’s okay. Dexter, the first grandson/dog was spoiled rotten by his grandmother. I am sure he was wagging his tail from heaven.
I present to you, the first of many installments of the Family Jewels: