"Fee, sweetheart!" I knew Mom's voice anywhere and hurried into the foyer to find her laden down with an armload of groceries. She beamed at me as I ran to assist, liberating her from two large, canvas bags brimming over with vegetables while Daisy slipped in behind her, her own giant smile as sunny as the day outside.

Mom shook a bit of snow from her boots before slipping out of them, Daisy setting aside the box of fresh bread she held and taking Mom's lovely cream wool ...