There are 400 miles between Charleston and T-town. This is 400 miles to allow us to take off our footloose and fancy free hats, and put on our parents hats (or in Mike’s case, putting on a suit at 4:30 a.m. and driving 6 hours to attend our daughter’s confirmation). We wouldn’t have missed it for anything.
One of those milestone moments.
My friend Sarah was hosting a “little get together” at her home to celebrate the occasion.
Think Martha Stewart.
If Martha Stewart had three children, a full time job and no staff to assist.
You know, just a little casual lunch. That is how Sarah (better known in our house as “Mrs. Grant”) rolls….
It was a haul. Mr. R and I may, or may not, have been up the sidewalk trying to get to the 11 am service in time. But we arrived- a little wrinkled, a little winded, but with a full heart.
We are proud of you, Britton.