The invitation read, “The President and Mrs. Obama request the pleasure of the company of Ms. Smiley at a dinner.”
When the first invitation came via email, I thought it was a joke. I mean, how often does one get an invitation to the White House? Then the formal invitation, printed on the finest paper I’ve ever held, arrived in the mail.
People who regularly read this column often say they feel like they know me and my children, Ford, Owen and Lindell. They even feel like they know our dog, Sparky. But I’ve never had anyone say they feel like they know my husband, Dustin.
To the Littlest Boy in the Striped Shirts,
If you have three children, you know the youngest one often gets robbed. His scrapbook is half as thick as the others, and by the time he’s old enough to care, the family has already done all the cool vacations and sight-seeing trips.
Two weeks ago, I shared with you three of my favorite, nontrending stories of 2013. One of them included an elderly woman in a retirement home who had a surprise for me in her apartment: a wall full of paintings her husband had made — many of them of his wife — throughout his life.
Astronaut Buzz Aldrin. Former Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback Terry Bradshaw. Actor Marlon Brando. Comedian Jim Carrey. Princess Diana. Charles Dickens. Leo Tolstoy. Billy Joel. And President Abraham Lincoln.