“Your house is beautiful,” my daughter-in-law smiled. “My parents will take the upstairs rooms, my sister and her kids can have the basement, and hosting everyone will be your responsibility.”

“Your house is beautiful,” my daughter-in-law said.

Then Madison began assigning rooms.

“My parents can take upstairs. Claire and the kids can use the basement. And you can host everyone.”

I looked at my son, Ethan.

He did not look surprised.

That was when I understood.

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