The hosting aftermath.

“Stories were told, drinks were cheered, music was enjoyed, cards were played. The remains of your cup being filled from the presence of good company, an aching stomach perhaps because you ate too much food and maybe laughed a little too hard. Perhaps you even ruined your brand new shirt with a wine stain that was knocked over by your clumsiest friend, causing a grin to creep onto your face, recalling the time you just had.

People gather, not because they have to or because it is just something to mindlessly do. There is purpose in it. We gather because we need to.  We gather because we can. We gather because we need each other. We gather to dream, build, share, and celebrate. We gather to welcome and we gather bid farewell. The time we have here is oh so limited.  And if I’ve found anything it is that time is best spent being with people that make life feel like the romanticization of a wine stained shirt.”