The invitation featured forty different fonts, a field to leave a message with 40 characters, and a declaration there would be fungi & hen-shaped pastries to celebrate DJ’s 40th.
Even without the promise of sweets I knew we’d want to be a part of this celebration.
Folks mixed from circles of DJ and Megan’s worlds around a fire out front, a large table filled with things to nosh and the kitchen for libations. Everything was labeled with insights, inspired stories while the hosts connected dots and fellowship ensued. All of a sudden those circles of people began to overlap.
I did end up eating one of those fungi covered sweets. It was delicious as the evening was delightful.
