I was recently invited to a High Tea. I have never been to any tea party outside the walls of our home, and hosted by my very own little ladies. I was excited to say the least. Nick knew how excited I’d be the second he heard of it. He knows me well. I’m a 50’s housewife stuck in a millennial housewife’s body. I like to think of myself as an old soul. I was honored at the invite, and blessed by the company of four other Christian women in the carpool.
We traveled two hours to the Armado Inn. Yes, I was the youngest one in the ride, but with my knitting addiction, I’m used to that sort of thing. I wasn’t, however, the youngest at the tea. This actually surprised me. Next year I’m taking my girls along.
It was refreshing to have a full day with adult women, and even more refreshing to hear a wonderful message about how great and caring the God we serve. The keynote speaker just happened to be a dear friend. She did a wonderful job.
Pinkies up ladies! Don’t you just love saying that you ate a scone with lemon curd? It sounds so very proper and sophisticated, does it not?