My daughter-in-law stopped me from seeing my grandkids over a photo on Facebook – so I made sure she got a wake-up call.

“you’ve been hiding behind navy blue since 1998.”

“I like navy blue.”

“You like disappearing inside it.”

I had rolled my eyes because 41 years of marriage gives a woman the right to roll her eyes at truth.

But I wore the swimsuit.

Not for Facebook.

Not for attention.

For George.

That afternoon, the sun dropped low enough to turn continue reading …