“Sweet dreams. See you in the morning,” my mother said to my daughter and me. “Good night, Mema,” my daughter replied. “Good night, my darling,” was the answer. “Sleep well. I love you two,” I added. My mom then called from her bedroom to ours, “Do you want French toast in the morning?” “Of course,” I replied, “Yours is the best.” And it was. Her powdered sugar-coated French toast was a treat served with crispy bacon, fruit, and coffee. Sometimes when my daughter was home from college, we’d hug my husband good-bye and travel one county north to spend the…