Emma

For the umpteenth time today, I mentally list the food we planned and prepared along with the drinks and condiments to make sure we do not forget something. I pull my cell phone from my back pocket to check my list as Tag enters the kitchen.

“Taking a break?” Bonnie asks.

“I need to make two more phone calls, then I am off for the weekend,” he announces proudly. “I think we forgot to plan desserts,” Tag states, eyes bouncing from me to Bonnie and ...