“When are the first customers arriving?!” Robin’s question came right on time, at noon.
“Honey, they’re guests, not customers. And no one shows up at the beginning. People are shy about being the first ones here.”
And so began the litany of questions. An avalanche of chicken nuggets slid from the oven. A dozen people descended at once, and our house turned into a happy, chaotic hive of convivial conversation.
Even at 78 guests, there were people who couldn’t come or came stag. When we set a guest list these days, we count by fours and fives, so numbers add up quickly.
What a wonderful mix! The living room buzzed with talk of city politics travel while new neighbors and old friends mixed in the family room. Travel, Trump, and the ham were all hot topics.
Kids were everywhere.
A neighbor texted to say she would come with their 5 but stay only briefly to leave room for the “out of towners.”
I told her to stay as long as she could stand. “We wanted a bigger house because our old place couldn’t hold all of our friends. I never imagined we would double our circle when we moved. It’s a blessing, not a problem!”
“Talk to me again after you’ve had 30 kids tearing around your house for 2 hours.”
Though it was too cold to be outside, the kids stayed busy upstairs and down.
Our friendships have multiplied mostly because of Robin and the high quality adults who come with his playmates. As the kids scatter for school and lose touch, I want to keep their parents around!
Five pounds of chicken tenders, three bandaids, and a little insanity is a small price to pay.
So we survived our big party and enjoyed the chaos of wrestling and coloring, snacks and wine. We cleared a few juice boxes from the guest room and a tater tot from Robin’s nightstand. Two kids lost teeth.
Here’s the lost and found below. (One front tooth still at large, possibly swallowed! )