Leftovers

When I became a part of the family I quickly learned two things that were important to Anne: Scott and food. She loved it when we came to visit and she got to see her brother. Kelly would always have lots of good food for us while we were there. This meant there were always leftovers! On the day we would leave, Kelly would (and still does) pack us a sack full of leftovers to take with us on the trip back to Fort Worth. Anne did not like this. As soon as she realized what was going on, she let us know she wasn’t happy…”Why is everyone taking my food?” “What am I suppose to take to work?” “I never get to eat what I want.” etc.

In the early years, I could say, “I’m sorry Anne, but do you mind if I take the food?” She would put on her polite face and agree to let the new sister-in-law take all her leftovers. But as time went on and I was around more and more, the politeness wore off. I was treated like all other members of the family. I remember one time when I asked her the same question about taking her food years later, she looked at me (from around the open refrigerator door) and gave me the same earful she gave everyone else!

Miss you Anne.

Love,

Jennifer-wennifer