This past weekend, we had the joy of participating in the wedding of my husband's sister and her new groom. Five days of family, friends and festivities!
Congratulations, again and again, Stephanie & Ned!
Last evening, as the dust settled following our feverish unpacking of our slush-covered van, we sat around the dinner table, munched on post-wedding pizza and tried to capture a few of the snapshots of the celebration, hoping to keep these precious and sacred moments from escaping away into the ordinariness of our school night. Or the seven loads of laundry waiting to be loaded.
A few images floated to the surface of our reminiscing ...
In the few quiet moments before company arrives, there is a busy-ness. Last minute preparations before the fun. Straightening renegade pillows on sofas, stowing away migrating tennis shoes, freshening up and taming cowlicks and quick checks to make sure dinner is in order.
And then there's a knock at the door.
Suddenly the house erupts in excitement. A dozen voices speaking at once and arms stretched for hugs with cheeks turned for kisses. A traffic jam on the front steps while cold air sneaks in. The gusts blow scarves from guests and cause young hostesses to scurry back to their toys on the living room floor. Greetings to cousins, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles. Introductions of new friends; names spoken, forgotten, repeated and remembered. A chorus of hello, you've grown, welcome and come in fill the previously quiet and waiting home.
I love the cacophony at the front door. The clamor to greet and be greeted. The cries of joy at being reunited under one roof for a spell. I love the commotion that comes when the door bell rings ... and the guests arrive.