I had another post on the schedule for today, and a whole evening to prepare it, until some of my favourite people in the whole world texted me to invite themselves over for an impromptu boardgame night.
How could I say no to that? How could I turn down the opportunity to extend actual hospitality in order to just write about hospitality?
So we whipped up simple snacks and brewed some coffee even though we were out of cream, and we chatted away the evening with people who leave us feeling known and loved and accepted. We played a favourite game and laughed and told stories and confessed that we'd missed one another. And then we hugged and it was over and I sat down at my laptop with nothing to say about simple hospitality except this:
Be open, be spontaneous, be willing to say yes to that connection even when it's not how you pictured your day. Even if you are a micromanaging planner type person like me. Even when it's hard.
Some of the most meaningful moments in our home have been in times of accidental hospitality. Last minute visitors, party guests who stayed late to chat and cry and pray into the wee hours, dishes stacked in the sink and boot prints on the floor. These are the times that the line between entertaining and hospitality are defined, the moments when you get to choose the messy truth over a perfect lie.
Like I said, I had another post on the schedule for today, and a whole evening to prepare it, until some of my favourite people in the whole world invited themselves over. And I am so very glad they did.
Be open, I dare you. I dare me, too.
This is day 6 in a series about simple hospitality. Click here to see more.
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