The night of my daughter’s engagement party, I stepped behind the tent for some air and heard my future son-in-law laugh and say, “I’d rather chew glass than touch that cow.” He meant my daughter….
I’d rather chew glass than touch that cow. That’s what I heard through a gap in a rented tent wall. Champagne in one hand, my heart in the other. My future son-in-law said it about my daughter. Then he laughed. His buddy laughed harder. And I stood there in a blazer I’d bought for the … Read more