At 5:45 a.m. on the cold morning of December 25th, it was still dark outside as I stood in the kitchen brewing coffee.
When I walked into the glass sunroom and sat down, wearing only my Christmas robe and houseshoes, I looked out and realized no one had turned off the red lights in the pool. The wind was blowing, making the water have waves, and the red in the pool glowed brightly in the dark.
I sat back after adding Baileys to my large Santa Clause mug of coffee and reflected on what had happened last night.
I can still see the replay in my memory very plainly.
We were all gathered here, at our home. My four children, three of them with spouses, one with a new boyfriend she met during a holiday shopping trip, and all eight grandchildren, a baby mama to be that a grandson knocked up and the mother-in-law to my oldest son, and the sister to my youngest sons wife, along with a chubby Japanese exchange student, and call it what it was; a house full.
Tammy was in her element. She is, after all, the perfect host. Of course, thank goodness the Country Club has an excellent catering service, but that isn't the point.
Our very large home was, and still is, decorated in a beautiful Christmas flare, and the music of the season could be heard in every room.
After a fantastic meal, as we all continued to gather around the dining room table, which had the extra leafs in it, as chit chat continued, Tyler said, and I quote,
"I have something I would like to say. I have wanted to tell everyone for a long time, but I don't know; I just wasn't sure how and when the time would be right."
At the head of the table, I leaned back, picked up my glass of Wellers and Water, and braced myself, for I knew what the announcement would be.
