All my life I’ve dreamed of hosting big Sunday lunches after church with all the children and grandchildren crowded around.
Alas, it wasn’t to be, or at least, not yet. But I refuse to let the dream die, so I’m doing the next best thing. Each Sunday for the past month I’ve been having my son, Braddock, over for lunch after church. William lives too far away to join us on a regular basis.