Lunch with my daughter-in-law the other day, at the Mexican restaurant a couple of miles from our house, which was our first restaurant building. We rented it to the fine family from Mexico for quite some time, and then sold it to them. But it still feels like ours. Our handprints are in the concrete at the doors. The spot where Hubby (Everybody Loves Raymond!) first made his mark on our town. It will always be ours, in some ways.......  💖