Party with the Girls

I just got home from Florida, and the memory of my first tea party is fresh on my mind.

We were up late on Monday, but when I finally woke up on Tuesday I saw the note under my door.

It was an invitation. "Dear Mark, PLEASE come to my tee party" (as spelled).

And then there was a map showing "my room" and "your room". Not bad for a seven year old.

Well Libby and her four year old sister Anna and I had quite a "tee party". It was actually my very first tea party, since I had raised only sons, and had never learned the fine art of pretending to drink tea and eat plastic donuts for breakfast.

Anyway, I had a blast.

And as always, the surprise element of travel yields some noteworthy stories, but the reminder that we must become like little children to enter God's kingdom is on my mind this morning. I guess I have just become a hard "tee partier" in my old age.

Mark