It was great fun.
I think I was the only person there taking a picture of her half-eaten pancakes. They were as delicious as I remembered, and I finished them, of course.
This is the best tasting homemade syrup you've ever tasted.
Here are the cooks in the kitchen...
And here is the church...
(Sam and I were married there almost 31 years ago.)
And here is the stained glass window in the sanctuary honoring my great grandparents...
It was a great morning.
Then we hurried back so I could play in the tea room . . . and got in the absolutely slowest traffic ever on I30 in east Dallas. Mother and I laughed, though. It meant we got to watch that fellow weed-eating his yard.
Life is good.