She smiled, the expression stripping years off her face until she almost resembled Kim or Nadine. “When you kids were born, for one. Though some of that might have been the drugs. Especially for Kim. Twenty-eight hours of labor! It was like she didn’t want to be born.
“And of course there was the first time your father and I-” she suddenly cut herself off, her face coloring. She hid her discomfort behind a quick sip of the horrible red wine she favored. “I mean, the first dance at our reception, after your father and I got married. The first time you walked, wobbling on your fat little legs, the most amazed expression on your face. When Nadine graduated high school. A few others.” She leaned back. “Like I said. Too few, so enjoy them when they happen. You never know how long it’s going to
