I walk among heroes

This past weekend I had seven separate functions. They were all happy and fun but I have to be honest, in my gut I was saying, "ugh! No down time!". What a difference a weekend makes.

Friday night I got to swell with pride over daughter number three dancing her heart out in her musical. She was awesome!

Saturday night my beloved runner girl Kristy was turning 50. The hostess-with-the-mostest (ALWAYS) Andrea turned her pre- Civil War home into a fairyland of flowers and candles. Liz created a signature cocktail. Andrea wisely separated spouses and there was laughter and pure joy everywhere. Many of us took turns toasting Kristy. The running theme was her loyalty and how fun she is. Her hubby ended the night with a toast that summed up all of us who are fortunate to count Kristy as a heart friend know to be so true. He said he loved Kristy for a 100 reasons but one of the main ones was illustrated in a drab Hamilton County education building last week. Kristy & Gordon have a beautiful daughter Emma that has some rather serious disabilities. In a meeting to discuss Emma's education, Gordon hemmed & hawed until Kristy stepped in and explained Emma's needs & what needed to be done NOW. Gordon said pencils started moving and boxes were checked. She then went through every child in Emma's room & what they needed. When met by opposition, Kristy informed everyone she would provide transportation if the school did not. Gordon said Kristy did things that would never get her name on a plaque or a banquet in her honor but did the right things because that is her calling & her heart. She is equally passionate about all of us she loves. How amazing. How blessed.

Sunday, Nancy the beloved protective lioness, had a luncheon to honor her daughter joining the church. She read a sermon illustration a pastor had done based on Lord of the Rings. To know Nancy is to know she loooooooves Tolkien. The illustration was when one character (I am me,not Nancy the great Tolkien expert) goes to join forces with great king. When he finds him he is withered and small.nthe friend knows the nasty Wormwood has fed him lies so he takes his friend into the light and tells him the truth. She thanked us for being the truthful voices in her child's life. Yes, my cup runneth over. These are the people I run with.....I walk among greatness.....