"It’s true love," Tina said, sitting on the other side of Summer, "I had a big brother, he was so mean to me."

"You’re talking about Uncle John, right?"

"Yep."

"Doesn’t count he’s still mean to you, and Cassandra."

"I know hun, but I also know that he loves us both."

"I suppose so," she sighed.

"Babe, go get ready, we’re leaving to the airport in a couple hours," Tina said and she reluctantly got up, "is your brother ready?"

"Ma, it’s Joshua, of course he’s not ready."

As Tina pushed Joshua along and scolded him for teasing Summer, I went downstairs and began making breakfast. After a few minutes Tina joined me and we made a breakfast feast, it wasn’t everyday that all of our kids and grandkids were all under one roof. They all started piling into the ktichen and Tina started passing out food while I found places for everyone to sit. As we all ate, we talked about the trip.

"Hey momma B, the resort has a great yoga studio," Cassandra said, and smiled.

"I heard, I was reading up on it last night."

"You two and your yoga," Terri, Cassandra’s wife said.

"Hey, maintaining a healthy lifestyle is important, plus I don’t hear you complaining about the result of my yoga practice."

"Ok, you’re right," she said, her southern twang surfacing.

Cassandra and I had been taking yoga classes three times a week ever since she came to live with us. It was the one thing that helped bring us together. It was the thing we bonded over, and it was easy for her to talk to me and eventually refer to me as momma. When Angie had started talking, Cassandra had refered to both Tina and I as momma Tee and momma B to help Angie identify both of us. And since then we’d been her mommas.

She had stayed in contact with her real mother for a while after she moved in with us. Once her dad, John, figured out what happened, he tried to take legal action, but Caroline, Cassandra’s mother talked him out of it. She used his own hatred for the gay community against him. It pained her to speak the awful things she did but it was for Cassandra’s own good. John forbid contact with them, so they haven’t spoken in twenty years. She needed her mother, a mother to help her through high school and then college. Tina did a beautiful job with it, and I was there for her to lean on.