Shortly after my twenty-two year-old mother brought my oldest sister, Stacie, home from the hospital, she walked into the living room to introduce her new baby to my Great-Great Grandmother.
Why, Sharon, she whispered. You're a millionaire.
How so, Grandmother?, my mother replied - knowing that the limited funds in the bank indicated a very, very different story.
Look at that baby in your arms. Would you trade her for a million dollars?
Never, my mother replied.
Richer than I ever imagined,
Momma to Jack, Max, Lincoln, and Whit