My fiancé and I moved to her mother’s house a year ago to save money after she graduated. I frequently find myself at the kitchen table with them in the early morning preparing for a long teaching day. We are all teachers. Usually there is a box of pizza on the table from the night before. My fiancé’s mother will eat a cold slice for breakfast while having a cup of coffee as we swap stories about school. It is vital to have a support system and there is something extra sturdy about three parts connecting as one.