
while i was home for Easter, my brother, mike, and i went out to a small italian pastry shop for lunch. i enjoyed a canolli and an incredible caramel latte. i watched my brother devour a grilled prosciutto, tomato, and fresh mozzarella sandwich on focaccia bread. by the end of the meal, i HAD to order a sandwich to go for later in the evening.
i ate half of the sandwich later that night and left the rest wrapped up in the fridge in a brown paper bag. i spent most of the next day with sara and her family. i got home pretty late and opened the fridge looking for the sandwich. it was GONE!
i was disappointed, but i figured that my brother may have gotten hungry. not a big deal.
i woke up the next morning and asked mike about it. he raised up his hands and said "it wasn't me." he had come home the day before and my mom was in the middle of eating it. she turned to him and asked, "is this yours?" he says no. then she asks, "do you think she'll mind?" mike just walked away.
so i wait until the sign of peace in the middle of Easter mass to quietly ask my mom, "so, was the sandwich good?" and her first reaction was to wave and point toward both her and my father. not only did she eat my sandwich without asking, she also throws my dad under the bus without a second thought. it was a classic mom moment.
if i could have laughed out loud in church, then i would have laughed until i cried. i love my mom. if you have met her, this story will mean more. but if you haven't met her, you should.