In my phone, I have saved the husband’s name followed by this endearing message, “Favorite Husband.”
It is true, of course, but upon my demise, that very message might cause others to wonder if there’s another husband lurking somewhere in the bushes.
There isn’t.
I have one favorite daughter.
One favorite son.
And one favorite husband. I have made certain that nobody in my family needs to feel threatened or undervalued.
Which is my point today.