musings on grace
Saturday I snapped pictures of the Grand River out the corner windows of our hotel room on the ninth floor. Then my husband donned his black tuxedo with the gray vest. I slipped into a little black dress and rhinestone-sparkle heels. We walked under two-ton crystal chandeliers that hung from a gold leaf ceiling, past the fountain, up the stairs, and into the ballroom where we found our places at table 8.
It was the night of the annual company kickoff and awards presentation, a time to reflect and look forward, a time to celebrate temporal success.
It was a night to laugh and to cry.
It was a time to worship.
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