We have continued the trend into 2015 and were on track for a record 4 months and counting of someone staying in our home (outside of Luis me and the kids) until this last week when an unexpected change of plans brought an end to the streak.
I love, love, love having people stay with us, even in the midst of a new baby, but it does mean that some things fall to the wayside. The biggest ones for me being blogging and exercise. Also, the livability of our bedroom which becomes the dump zone for everything so that the rest of our home appears somewhat orderly for our guests.
Admittedly though, I have become less and less concerned about our home being in perfect shape with each new guest. I do my best to keep things clean and tidy but at the end of the day if it doesn't happen I'm no longer going to stress to impress.
I've been reading a lot about hospitality lately and the Lord's been working to help me prioritize what's really important when welcoming guests into our home. Do I strive to have my home clean and presentable? Yes, of course! I don't want people to walk in and feel like there's nowhere to sit or be grossed out by nasty toilets. But am I going to sacrifice time with my family to make it happen to the standard that I would like it to? Not anymore! I've concluded, in this stage of life, I just gotta lower my expectations and focus more on loving my husband and children well and making the people who come into our home feel welcome rather than making my home seem perfect for them. I don't want my desire for clean home to seem more important than the people living in or visiting it.
Someday everything will be organized and stay in its place. Someday I will have hours upon hours to clean and straighten and make my home look the way I want. Someday I will have the time to cook fancy meals and bake pretty desserts. Someday my children will be more independent and won't need me around as much. Someday I will get a full night's sleep. (I look forward to that day the most!!!) Someday I won't be so exhausted by the end of the day. Someday I will start a project and complete it rather than getting interrupted and it sitting unfinished a month later.
Today is not that day.
Today is for cherishing moments like this.
That was our first family selfie (fail) taken awhile back but I still love it. It's captures the season of life we are in: messy, chaotic, imperfect but oh so beautiful.
I've heard it said often lately that the days are long but the years are short. Two years into this parent thing and I totally get that. The days are long. Looooooong. Especially right now as I'm doing the single mom thing (Luis is in preseason). But when I look at how fast my babies are changing, and how little time I really have with them before they're out the door and off to school everyday, it makes me want to drop everything and soak up every second I have with them.
My house may be a mess. My hair may go unwashed for days. My showers may be rushed. There may be bags under my eyes. My clothes may always have some sort of stain on them. My body may be squishy. My coffee may get reheated 10 times a day. I may not get as much time to write as I would like. But my heart will always be full and my kids will (hopefully) always feel loved and cherished and Lord willing our home will be a place where people love to gather regardless of the state it's in because they know when they come in those doors they will be welcomed and loved.
If you visit this year, you can give me a grade on how you think I'm doing with that!