Just a little thing

Today I passed a MacDonald's and saw this on the sign: The McRib is Back.

I called Andrew to tell him the news--joking, you know.  He said, "Mom, that's old news."

"Oh, sorry," I said.

He went on. "And I've already had one."

"You have? Do you like them?"

"Not particularly," he said, "but whenever they come around I have one, because Dad would have."

"Oh, Andrew. He would have."

"I haven't been able to bring myself to have another one. But I've had one."

About an hour later I was talking to Lola by phone, and I told her the story Andrew had told me. She listened patiently and then said, "And I've had one, for the same reason."

I didn't know about this custom--and I don't believe they went together--and it may sound like something nonessential, unimportant, but it's not. Not to me, and obviously not to Andrew and Lola. It's just something they do in remembrance of their dad.

There must be a word for how I feel about it. Like grateful. Grateful I have children who think that way.