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Hannah had been gone more than fifteen minutes, and I was beginning to wonder if my family had been too much for her. Four boys, plus the assorted family friends we’d invited to help Mom celebrate, could be a lot. Of all people, I understood that.

In the winery’s big tasting room, Mom’s birthday celebration had already turned into a party, despite the early hour. Mom was seated at a stool in the center of the long counter, and Robin sat next to her, the two of them cackling about something. Mom’s oldest friend and our next-door neighbor, Janice, sat on her other side, joining in but also deeply engaged in conversation with El about something, while Boston, Dalton, and Sophia were off to one side of the room. We’d invited a few of Mom and Dad’s other friends from the area, and all the little tables in the tasting room were full of happy faces, locals enjoying a mid-morning celebration of one of the nicest people in town—my mom.

I stood across the counter from Mom and the ladies, sippin