Sam Van Eman's Blog

I heard my mother-in-law’s voice downstairs. As I entered the kitchen, I saw a dozen freshly baked pumpkin chocolate chip scones cooling on the table.

The room smelled like every room should in the fall. And those scones were all ours.

But my wife’s mom had stopped by, and Julie was quick to say that she had been baking and, “Here, you should take a couple for you and Dad.”

I love my mother-in-law, but my gut tightened at the offer, so I passed through the room.

READ the rest of my guest post at Ann Voskamp's blog here:

http://annvoskamp.com/2017/08/why-i-d...