I guess I did a terrible job packing clothes for the movers not to take to Richmond. Ya know the ones we keep with us until we’re reunited with all our stuff three states away.
Father’s Day is a somewhat dressy Sunday at most churches. Not for the Weights. Our couture is reminiscent of the West Laurens Lost and Found bin. James is wearing cargo shorts and an old fishing shirt. I’m in a bathing suit cover up, that sort of looks like a dress. Jack has his Little League uniform on (the other option was his Halloween costume). And Andrew, who packed his own clothes….well, he looks great and isnt “with us.” I have a feeling he’ll be supporting us financially one day.
Oh well, it is what it is. And Jesus doesn’t care about what’s on the outside.
Happy Father’s Day from the Hampton Inn-Dublin!