It started with an email exchange between friends who hadn’t seen each other in far too long.
And finally with only 48 hours notice we settled on a woodland themed party at our place, and preparations began.
And we forgot the paper bowls and had to call for backup.
And the buzzer rang at six o’clock and the hubster was still putting the light fixture up in the living room and the trash was in the hallway waiting to go downstairs.
And the rug didn’t go down, and everything that didn’t belong was thrown into the bedroom.
And there was beer in the chili (the delicious, delicious chili) and we forgot it wasn’t gluten-free.
And there was a surprise birthday scramble, and the pie was underdone.
And as the hubster diligently washed dishes at the end of the night, the kitchen sink backed up with water and we discovered the bathroom sink had as well.
And when everyone was safely home a friend called to say she had a good time. And more emailed to say thanks.
And it is well.
It’s pie served as a surprise even when it’s accidentally underdone and it’s people meeting you and accepting you and thanking you right where you are.
It’s friends who go out of their way to join you for a silly theme and a night together with two days notice. It’s gifts given and handwritten cards.
It’s a living room full of people we’ve done life with and it’s announcing we’re with them for two more years. It’s being together again and marking the calendar to be together like this twice more.
And it’s real life and it is well.