For many summers, when I was a kid, my parents would pack up our family of four and travel to Myrtle Beach, SC. This was back in the late 60’s and early 70’s before there were huge hotels and condos on the beach. And only a few golf courses. My maternal grandparents, Monroe and Mildred...
My husband celebrated his 50th birthday last week.
On Thursday night, I threw him a surprise happy hour at one of our favorite local bars. People from all different parts of his life just kept walking through the doors.
Unexpectedly. And he felt tremendously loved.
Which is how I wanted him to feel.