“Leave room for Jesus,” we all three say in unison. “We know, Mom.” “Okay, I have to catch your father before he falls asleep,” she says. “We will not be saving room for Jesus.” She laughs as she hurries up the stairs, then calls back down, “One of the perks of being married!” “That is so gross,” I say with a shudder, after she’s gone. “It’s kind of sweet,” Max says. “They still love each other. I hope we—” He looks caught, like he’s just let a thought slip that he had no intention of sharing.
