P.S. April just sent me the story of the cup: “My mom just got home from a 5-day hospital stay the day before and she was staying with me to recover. Like a total mom she didn’t want to put me out or make more work for me. She wanted to cook for us (at my house! the day after she got out of the hospital!) so I put my foot down (ha!) and took her to my favorite restaurant in Evanston, Illinois called The Dixie Kitchen. She had never been there, and never had Cajun food, either. It was a fabulous time to bond with her, and to celebrate her! We had a wonderful wonderful evening. I’m so glad that we had that opportunity to spend time together.”
Ah, it wasn’t quite like the story I imagined (which might have included someone named Dixie, but it also included a cowboy, a jukebox and an after-coffee ride in an old Cadillac). I don’t think mine would have ended as well as April’s!