My family spent a short weekend with her family in Birmingham, Alabama. It is a town that I've never seen and her cousin happened to be graduating from Samford with a pretty major degree. They were all kind enough to welcome my kid and husband and myself to the celebration.
Traveling with kids kind of exhausts you, but Natalie knowing that I had an agenda made it happen. The kids were kind of happy, we had a little extra time, all seven of us piled in our cars and we showed up a tad bit late to the church for a tour.
The church I'm referring to is the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church. You know those photos with the fire hoses and dogs attacking? Well that happened right in front of this church. It was real and it is sad. The even sadder part is that those pictures aren't even what puts this church on the map. There was a bombing that killed four very young and innocent girls.
Our group showed up very late. Natalie and I took the elevator up to the sanctuary not realizing that they had already begun and we made such a huge ruckus as we entered the tour. As we uncomfortably walk in with our small children, the reverend was already in the middle of his tour and immediately welcomes us and asks us to have a seat without hesitation. Kent and Adam took the stairs and quietly joined us. This tour is quite long and they even show a documentary video about the history of the tour. As anyone with kids would expect, my child got a little rambunctious and I was in my own internal "keep the kid quiet stress" and I picked him up and started carrying him out of the sanctuary quickly and the man speaking insisted that I have a seat and that my child wasn't bothering anyone.
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Thanks Nat for rooting for me.
