I was talking to my dad that morning - about life, the fullness and busyness of the past few weeks.
And how I just didn't feel like making supper that night. :)
So my dad gave me his MasterCard number, with strict instructions to write it down (which was done under protest) and to order pizza for supper.
Isn't my dad sweet?! I felt so loved and it meant a lot to me.
So we had pizza.... with some friends.
Our first time having delivered pizza.
Katelyn with some friends, Madison and Brooklyn.
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