And Defeat Was Called

The night I called home to share the good news is a memory I will never forget. I talked with my dad first who told me George had called home two days earlier to ask for permission. By the time I got on the phone with my mom she said, “God, I have been waiting for this!”
“I can only imagine! How were you able to keep it in for two days?”
“I’m not talking about two days. I meant 31 years.”

Touché, sweet mother, touché.