Homecoming Date.

The other day as we were sitting down for dinner, a knock came at the door.

(For fond memory's sake I must mention that we were trying have a blessing on the food. The knock at the door was the second interruption of that short-and-simple prayer that evening.)

It was Michaela's friend Haven.

I love this.

Haven had asked another friend, Anna, too.

She said she wanted to have a senior-girls-night and didn't want boys asking them to the dance to mess it up.

Best idea ever.

That Homecoming date stuff can be... messy... at least around here. (Reminder here and here.)