My daughter. If there is ever a moment of pause, when the world goes quiet and I start to read a book, she comes up with a plan. She will plan you right out of the room. Every detail of an event is accounted for, every minute scheduled. So one pleasant and quiet Sabbath, she came to me with her plan. It was a tea party for the family. I agreed, she took off!
|This was the result. A perfectly perfect party, in her room, surrounded by 1000 of her closest stuffed friends.|
|Boys at a tea-parties. It is a beautiful and unnatural thing.|
|Daddy had to fold himself up cross-legged to join us on the floor. Crossed legs do not come easy for our poor daddy. He is smiling through the pain.|
|A Sabbath tea-party insures that the goodies are simple and delicious. Leftover challa, cookies from dessert and fruit.|
|That's beautiful life folks.|