One of my sons married a beautiful woman with two daughters who is a few years older than he is--just a few. They are coming up on their ninth anniversary this fall, and all seems to be going well for the two of them and their 4 kids.
Last year, my daughter-in-law complained of severe headaches. Aspirin, Excedrin and other over-the-counter products didn't seem to help so she made an appointment with her physician. After a thorough exam, he recommended that she have an MRI. This was getting scary. I began to worry. A few days after the MRI, she called me and asked, in a voice close to tears, "Did Jason tell you?"
My heart dropped to my shoes! I'm thinking brain tumor or aneurysm--both of which can be life threatening. In my mind's eye, I'm picturing my son, a widower, devastated by the loss of the wife he adores; my motherless grandkids--all horrible thoughts. I held my breath and answered, "No, Jason, didn't tell me anything. What is it?
There was a pregnant pause, then I heard an intake of breath which may or may not have been a sob.
"I have to get bifocals!"
Uncontrolled gales of laughter escaped before I could contain myself. I'm sure the news was traumatic--an affirmation of the fact that she was, indeed, born a few years before her husband. I was too relieved that it was nothing serious to commisserate!