Mom, really, who's your favorite?

When we moved into our little neighborhood we were the youngest people on the block by a longshot. Most of the neighbors had lived here for decades, their kids were in high school or out of the house and we thought, "that won't be us!" Yet, here we are.
The longer you're in one place, the deeper the memories. Kids, pets, holidays, parties – the fog of remembering is everywhere. So, it wasn't a surpise when after learning old neightbor Otto passed away that my wife went to the estate sale looking for his concrete goose yard ornament. The kids pre-school was at the end of the block while Otto's wife was still alive. She dressed this goose in a new costume every month and when they walked to school the goose was a regular topic of conversation. In December it dressed like Santa, in February a Valentine's dress, and so on. The moment the sale sign went up, my bride made a beeline to the house and talked them into giving the goose to her.
My job was to pick it up. The goose is way too heavy to carry so I had to use the wagon. Me and the goose in the wagon walking down the street explaining to the neighbors what they already knew, Wilhelmina is going to a new home.
She now sits on our porch and has been a witch, will be a pilgrim, and when we were in Green Bay I learned she is now a Packer fan. Yes, the mother of my children made a special trip to the Packer Pro Shop (filed in the dictionary under "shit show") and found a koozie to tell the world about Wilhelmina's favorite team.

This lovely picture was taken at 2:09pm and sent to the kids. Wilhelmina looks resplendant in her Packer finery on a cool fall day. The scarf is a nice touch. However, this sentimental outburst directed at our new, inanimate family member did not go unnoticed.

This picture was taken the same day at 3:21pm.
Apparently Wilson is either jealous or not a Packer fan.
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