I hosted Easter dinner at my house. To be honest, the holidays stress me out. Holidays mean extra planning, extra shopping, extra cleaning – a bunch of extra stuff in an already crammed schedule.
Last night after dinner though, I looked around my messy kitchen. The dirty dishes were everywhere. Maddie and Katie were clamoring for dessert and my brother-in-law was clamoring for coffee. My nephews were loudly debating something or other, and my niece was in mid-conversation with my sister. My mom was wiping the countertops, and my husband was complaining about how much he had eaten.
It was loud, it was a mess, and it was beautiful.
Maybe the holidays aren’t so bad after all.