…for gathering with friends, celebrating Christmas, eating too much…also sniffles, coughs, and random stomach bugs. We attempted to combine all of those in to one event.
We invited 3 other couples and their combined 4 kids over for dinner on Saturday. Before we even made it to Saturday, one couple and 3 kids were out due to a losing battle with colds. By Saturday, everything seemed to be going smoothly. I was on track to have everything ready on time. The oven was busy, cheese, fruit, and a dessert were done, tables were set…but K had other plans.
He ended up getting sick. On me.
Fast forward – one of the couples agreed to host at their house without us at the last minute. So they were down to 4 adults and a newborn. And a LOT of potatoes. I delivered our contribution, took a little snack to go…and came back to take care of the little guy.
He ended up getting sick twice. Like…REALLY gross, I can’t believe I’m cleaning this up kind of sick. But…he magically felt better afterward. He laid low, and mostly spent the evening in my lap watching Mickey.
I couldn’t help but think of how easy it used to be to get together with friends. Last minute trips. Planned parties. Spontaneous game nights. I contrasted that with how busy, yet unpredictable our schedules have become.
But also, how full my heart is now.
And I knew that even as I sat there, with ruined plans, an afternoon of wasted effort, *that* smell being slowly covered by a candle, while watching a repeat of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse for at least the 15th time…I wouldn’t go back for anything in the world.