Have you ever attended a party without an invitation?

I’m ashamed to admit this, but I have.

A friend from a moms’ group had invited me to her sons’ birthday party. I bought each a gift and dragged both Kenny and Joshie to this party with the promise of some fun and fellowship. It wasn’t just any party at a house, it was being held at a children’s gym and we knew Joshie would be excited about the fun activities being offered. Additionally, we’re self-proclaimed hermits and hardly know other parents with kids around Joshie’s age so any chance we get to go out as a family, we do and try to seize the moment with much gratitude. As we walked into the gym, I looked around with the hope of recognizing the people inside. As they all stared back at us, I placed the gift down on what I assumed was the gifts table and proceeded to take off my shoes to get on the padded area where all the fun stuff is.