Since childhood, my sister delighted in pointing out how “perfect” she was.
So, no, I could not, and would not, show up to my parents’ dinner alone.
Plastering a smile across my face, I looked up as the next man approached my table.
What I didn’t expect to see was the six-foot three-inch chocolate brown Adonis smiling down at me.
Now, however, I had 16 years of marriage and 11 years of motherhood under my belt, plus a less-than-starry-eyed attitude about romance.
And did I mention the two precious, innocent little girls who needed me to be there for them?