Throw open your doors.
Growing up, our house was full.
Which isn’t to say that it was overcrowded by the four of us (it really wasn’t), but that on the weekends, in the summer, and always there was a constant stream of people. Sometimes they came for dinner in pairs. Other times they came in dozens. For backyard summer parties, New Year’s Day, and birthdays. Instead of being shooed away, tucked into the basement or escorted upstairs, Billy and I would join these people at the table, in the living room, around the hors d’ oeuvres. Listening, observing and laughing. Learning how to share life.
Q4 2013 and Q1 2014 will be remembered as The Season of Parties.
We threw parties with china. Parties centered around beer. Parties to create Hanukkah traditions for ourselves. Parties to kick back and unwind. Parties to celebrate birthdays.
We have thrown more parties in recent memory than we have in total since Marcus bought this house in 2009. Our house is the cleanest that it has ever been and now I am tired.
I want our home to be a sanctuary for us. A soothing place. A relaxing place. A comforting place. The place where we unwind.
But I also want to fill our home with the people who fill us up. I want to be able to use our hospitality to create a sanctuary for the important people in our lives.
I used to think that hosting parties was about the perfect theme. Having great decorations. Lots of planning. Lots of anxiety. Much in the same way I have an attention span of zero for Pinterest, I just do not have the energy for all of that.
At the end of the day, I do not need our friends/family/guests to come into our house and think, Wow, they really have it together. She put a lot of work into this. What a clever idea. What I do need is for these people to come into our house and feel at home in our home. I need to continue to make space in our life for That.