When my sister became engaged, my father quickly saw money flying out the window for the upcoming wedding. He sat down with a very wise man, who talked him into enjoying the reason to celebrate. The advice given to my dad was something along the lines of this: “a wedding is the perfect opportunity for a Christian family to shine.” In other words, the tender moments and celebratory spirit of a close-knit family are obvious in situations like a family wedding. That sentiment was never more true than on Friday night.
A mere 36 days after John’s stroke, my brave Aunt Dot hosted a party. She welcomed guests, she toasted Mel and Andy with sincerity and great resolve, and represented she and John in such a way that I know John would be proud. The party would have made John’s day. We sat under the trees on the lawn he dreamed of planting, near the bench that he envisioned creating, among newly planted Japanese maples that he would have loved. The party was about Mel and Andy, but John’s presence was deeply felt. And thanks to God’s army of love, we were able to enjoy the evening on the newly completed yard.
Here’s the scene of the evening.
The menu included grilled salmon and tri tip, grilled by my Uncle Todd. He is an amazing grill-master. All of it was grilled to perfection.
Todd is on the left. My dad and Billy were beer/wine drinking helpers.
Mel and Andy.
Dot’s friend, Beth, outdid herself on dessert. She set up a whole cupcake/cookie table that was unbelievable. She must have baked for days and nights to have accomplished all of this goodness. It was heaven.
Oh my, were these ladies incredible. They came in aprons and served us in every sense of the word all night long. They are friends of Aunt Dot’s who just wanted to help. They made me want to go home to Austin and see how I could better serve my friends because these fine women were an outstanding example of servanthood.