I have approx 15 people coming over Saturday and I’m not the least bit stressed about it. Why? They are my inner circle which means they know the rules: I feed you. I liberally pour libations into your glass. I let your kids run rampant. And in return, you promise not to write your name in the dust on my mantle. I think it’s a good trade off.
I love gathering my friends around me for no particular reason. I get to cook up a storm. Sometimes I get all creative and come up with a theme drink for the night. The kids run around like little crazy people playing and yelling and doing things all kids should do. The adults literally drop the cares of the week away and relax. We talk, we laugh, we eat, we talk some more. Sometimes there’s bad 80s music involved. I can’t even describe how happy it makes me to feed my friends and their families and just be surrounded by them. So. Happy.
These are the people that have built houses in my heart (to steal from a quote I saw earlier this week.) These are the families who I know will surround my children with support, values, laughter, love. These are the people I think of when I pray out loud with J each night and we finish by saying: “God bless our family. God bless our friends.”
God bless my family-friends. They keep me sane. They fill my house. They don’t criticize my lack of house cleaning.