Then I spotted Mimi striding toward us. She was hard to miss. Mimi doesn’t exactly look like a grandma, or at least not like what most of my friends’ grandmas look like.

She wears bright red lipstick that’s always perfect—it never smudges, even when she eats (and I’ve watched her!). She is always what she calls “smartly dressed,” which means she’s usually in pants, with a nice top and a jacket and heels.

I’ve never seen her wear jeans, and the only time she wears sneakers is when she goes for a run, which she does every day. Dad sometimes teases Mimi about wearing sweats, but we all know she doesn’t own one sweatshirt.

Today Mimi had on these cool sunglasses and a scarf wrapped around her neck, I guess because she was cold on the plane. Her feet, as always, made a click, click, click sound with her shoes.

“Baby girl!” Mimi cried out, and grabbed me for a big hug.

She smelled like flowers. She took off her sunglasses and propped them on top of her head.

“Let me take a good look at you. Oh, you are even more beautiful than ever, and…” She looked at Dad. “She’s the spitting image of Amy, isn’t she?”

Dad smiled. “Well, she’s Lindsay, so she looks like Lindsay to me,” he said.

“Oh, you know what I mean!” said Mimi. “Lindsay, you look more and more like your beautiful mother each time I see you.”

She looked at me for a minute longer. I wondered if she was imagining me as Mom, or Mom with my head. Or Mom’s head on me.

“Good to see you, Mike!” Mimi said then, giving Dad a long hug. “You seem to be faring well.”

“I am!” said Dad.

“You know I would have been happy to drive out to you,” said Mimi.

“Don’t be silly,” said Dad as we walked toward the exit of the terminal. “Happy to give you some company on the trip. And we like our city trips, don’t we, Linds?” He winked. “It’s good practice for when Lindsay leaves us and moves to the big town!”

“Oh?” said Mimi. “There’s so much to catch up on! Lindsay, I want to hear everything you’re up to! And how is my sweetie Skylar? Did you leave him at home? I was hoping he’d join us!”

Dad grabbed Mimi’s bag and we piled into the car. “Well, I didn’t think he’d last while you went out,” he said as he started up the car engine. “Unless you take him shopping for video games.”

“Well, I’m happy to shop for Sky, too,” said Mimi, “but all he wears are those terrible athletic clothes. He looks like he’s going to the gym all the time!”

“Marla, that’s what all the boys wear,” said Dad.