My sister's a WHA?

My sister is a Reverend. Officially. I dragged Quigs to Florida with me to go to my sister's ordination. I had this beautiful thought that it would be fun and what a great thing to share with her. But seriously, it was crazy busy. And crazy.



Highlights (in no particular order):

* Running from one section of the airport to the other to make our flight to Tampa. All we needed was music, and we would have been in a movie.

* An irrate passenger who made a huge scene. Best part of the flight to Tampa from Atlanta.

* Making friends with the flight attendants.

* Making friends with the hotel front desk person.

* Driving the wrong way on a 6 lane street at night.

* Getting a cool new pair of sunglasses.

* Talking to a little boy during my sister's after ceremony reception. He was the best person to talk to of the night.

* Being called a pot-stirrer by a pastor I just met, who also happened to be Pastor M's former boss.

* Listening to Quigs be called "a delight" by the same pastor.

* Seeing my family, some of whom I haven't seen in two years or more.

* Transporting the cake without messing it up.

* KARAOKE.

* Quigs, very "happy" after a couple of drinks. Totally deserving of it after a crazy day.

* The beautiful Florida weather. I think I got a burn on my neck.

* Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and Butterbeer.



* Quigs, having to get her bag checked by security in the Orlando airport.

I got to see a completely different side of Pastor M that I have never seen before. I hope I see a lot more of it. I'm very proud of her.

Thanks to both Quigs and Mr. Quigs for letting her come with me. I owe them craploads of money and baked goods. Oh, and diet coke and babysitting.

And another big thanks to Mr. Rogers who took care of our two kids flawlessly while I was away. We're trying to figure out which one of us hard the harder job. I missed my family like crazy while I was gone. And BE said mama for the first time while I was gone.