The weather was a surprise; I woke up to quite a dense fog, and it continued for a good share of my time on the road. Perhaps maybe ten miles outside of town the skies cleared up at least to the point where it was grey and dank. I could see to drive.
I arrived at the church a bit early, parked and walked over to a gas station and when I returned my daughter and the kids were just pulling up; it was impeccable timing. My son-in-law plays drums for the worship service so he was already inside, practicing.
Being blessed with so many grandkiddos (four, yes, count 'em, four), each visit provides a new experience for me Growing up I was the baby of five kids, and being my father's only daughter (4 half-siblings). And, I was a mother of one. I have much respect for my daughter and the woman she is becoming. I say 'becoming' because I don't feel we're finished growing until we draw our last breath.
The first photo shows the dedication outfit I brought for Xander's special day. We all went to the nursery to change clothes, etc. The service was nice; and the other grandparents were also in attendance. We had fellowship after church.
I like to get home at least by early evening when on a road trip. I like to be able to chill and prepare for a new work week. I don't like to be rushed. Just prior to leaving, the town's sirens went of ... twice! Once I found the storms' directions and intensity, I left for home turf.
Unlike the trip there, going home the horizon was lined with beautiful storm clouds, no matter which direction you gazed - until about two-thirds the way home. It was like the tornadic conditions I left went north east and took a hook and planted itself near home. Once I got into town I could see that it had been raining, but I didn't see any substantial damage anywhere. It always feels so good to get home, doesn't it?
I wasn't able to get photos of Dad because he plays drums for the worship service. And when Xander was dedicated, he and I were also a part of it.