The missing pound cake recipe that is destined to be a family heirloom, as soon as we can find it among countless stashes of newspaper clippings and quickly jotted notes.
A response to my statement that, no, we aren't having kids just yet: "well, that's okay. I was an old mother too." GREAT. THANK YOU.
Collective laughter when my husband asked if anybody wanted "pop" from the grocery store.
Repeated viewings of Grandaddy's second great love: Diana Krall in Rio de Janeiro.
Locating constellations from the living room couch, courtesy of Steve Jobs.
Sharing more connections than differences, as is the case when you are lucky enough to be related to such folks.