Waiting for a Table

We had a family brunch today at The Birch Door, one of my favorite restaurants. Steve got there first and asked for a table for five with our family name, McMillan. After we got seated, two waitresses came up excited to talk with us. Turned out to be the McMillan sisters. One was our server. We had a great conversation and I passed on some of the information I’ve gained doing my “Who am I?” Journal. We all had a good time. My only complaint about that restaurant is how loud it is. I love the food.