I haven’t touched my email in three days. I haven’t even checked it. And the world hasn’t stopped. In fact, I’m more in touch with reality than ever. Just a step outside my bedroom door life abounds.
We built our retirement house for the two of us. We took into consideration that we wanted to be able to host overnight guests and family visits. But just two years into full-time occupancy, we have a rapidly expanding family. So we are a bit space challenged when everyone comes together. But I can’t imagine farming them out to hotels. And fortunately, they are all good sports about it. So far. I call it “making memories.”
For Thanksgiving weekend we shoehorned 9 family members into the house. Including 2 little people. On the sleeping scale the little peeps weigh in on the light side, cocooning in narrow crevices on our backpacking sleep mats. Any other way you measure it, they tend to dominate. Especially on an energy and volume level. But to me, they are happy messes. Happy noises.
There is nothing better than being surrounded by family. Everyone pitching in. Big family meals. Piling into a van to go to a movie. Breakfast around the kitchen island. Laying down Brio train track. Running to the grocery store for yet more milk. Playing card games late into the evening. Who cares about email?
I’m a proud mama and happy to see our kids making their way in this big world. But I still love nothing more than having them come home. Especially when they all come at once. No matter that we’re a bit squished. This is more than a happy houseful. It’s an overflowing heart full.