







That is what I was telling myself as I cooked a huge pot of chili, cleaned the house and baked brownies. There was 8-12 women coming to my house in just a few hours. I would like everything to be perfect....it could not be....it never is.....I am not either...never was. I take deep breaths and remind myself that I know these women, they are my friends. I have been to their homes. They do not look for dust or cob webs. I am thankful it is night and they can not see my dirty windows. I light candles, prepare the buffet with dishes and silverware. Put sour cream, chopped onions, oyster crackers in pretty bowls. Put pretty quilts over the dining tables. Breath. Remind myself that more than what I look like or what the house looks like, they will remember how I treated them. I want them to feel loved, appreciated, welcome because they are. Pray, deep breaths, open the door. Open the arms.