Friday night I put on my fancy dress and Christopher put on his fancy pants uniform* in preparation for one of my favorite Army events- the ball. 
*I use only the most proper terminology
My friend Scherrie was there with her husband Daniel. Scherrie is known in our house as my “replacement friend for when Jenn moves across the ocean.” 
Her presence lifted some of the weight off Christopher’s shoulders to engage in my fashion discussions about what other ladies thought appropriate to wear. Scherrie and I didn’t get to sit at the same table, but that didn’t stop me from running over to get her opinion on whether the centerpieces were from Pinterest. I don’t have a good picture of them because Christopher doesn’t like when I make a big deal about getting pictures during formal events. Something about protocol and behaving properly.

Speaking of taking pictures, a four star general gave the speech and I didn’t get a picture of/with him. The more patches and pins a person has on their uniform the more likely I am to be impressed, and  he was the most impressive of them all. I was tempted to waltz up and tell him about the rabbit I had when I was young who was a four star general in the Bunny Corps, but that would probably be against protocol. It probably also have been considered weird.  

He wasn’t the only general in attendance. General Bly the Eagle was also there.
It’s not every day I attend a ball with my husband, a general with many stars AND a bald eagle.
 God bless America.