That’s Becky, my step-daughter, in the middle.
When FabGrandpa and I got married, we had three teenaged girls between us. My two daughters, and his daughter, Becky. Since he had custody of Becky, she lived with us, too. I have to admit, it was not all rosy and fun–Becky and I clashed a lot as we learned how to live together as a family. Now, though, we get along just fine.
I remember one very trying weekend, a couple of years after we were married, that I had baked a ham, and then all hell broke loose in the household before we could eat dinner. It involved taking one of my children to the hospital emergency room. While I was away taking care of business, Becky cleaned up the kitchen and threw the ham away. When I got home, I was very stressed due the happenings of the weekend, and all I could think about was having a ham sandwich. I had held myself together pretty well, up until I found out that Becky had thrown the ham away–the whole thing. That is when I started crying and couldn’t stop.
All these years later, it sounds pretty silly, but at the time it was tragic for me. We laugh about it now, but that day was awful. I have not ever cooked a ham since then that I haven’t thought about the one that was tossed in the trash.
Becky is here to visit us this week. We are going to see the sights–Zion National Park, Bryce Canyon National Park, Glen Canyon Dam, Lake Powell, and Antelope Canyon. We’ll go out to eat, do some shopping, and just hang out together. I doubt I’ll be baking a ham, though!
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