Thank You for Coming

While Braden and Ryan were out of town for Braden's 6th grade field trip to Catalina Island, we girls decided to party it up. For dinner last night we chose a favorite... Chic-Fil-A. It's fast, delicious, and has free entertainment and a parting gift filled with helium to make leaving easier. The servers are also very courteous, always responding "It's my pleasure," an added bonus, teaching my children manners. There is also a thank you sign right outside the store. Does there goodness stop? Have you seen it? It's a red sign posted just at the end of the drive-thru so that just in case one of their courteous workers has forgotten, you are aware they are grateful for serving you.

Chloe knows just where that sign is. She got a great look at it. She would tell you it is very hard too.

Chloe tripped on the way in to dinner, splitting her head open on the bright red sign. As I looked at her head, I lamented that my husband was out of town... the husband who received eight years of specialized training in the medical field. Aren't they always out of town when you need a good stitching? So it was off to the ER with four kids in tow. It's important to note that even showing up with four small children, one gushing blood, won't bump you in line at the ER. Four hours and five stitches later (and a pan of homemade cinnamon rolls to a good friend), we are all healing.

The most unfortunate thing was that our girl party was cut short. We didn't get to paint fingernails, we didn't paint toe nails, and we never made it into Chic-Fil-A for dinner. Perhaps it is a good thing Chic-Fil-A posts a thank you sign outside their restaurant, otherwise how would we have known they were grateful for our visit!