I have told you about how I LOVE when my daughter says to me ” Mom, I never know who is going to be here next for dinner. It is like living in an amusement park. Every minute is full of surprises.”
Well, that only motivates me to try harder.
A few years ago, we began having Wednesday night special guest dinners– the trick was you had to put yourself out there to meet, invite, bring in interesting people. It was a way of turning Wednesdays- the proverbial hump day- on its head.
Nothing like a special guest to open your heart and eyes to a different way of living.
Over the years we have had exchange students from South Africa, France, Mexico and Argentina, and Uganda, celebrated writers and their newborns, Sara and Will, boyfriends, girlfriends, classmates, friends’ fathers and mothers, choir teachers, priests, artists I adore, firefighters, jugglers, homeless people, neighbours, strippers and more. ( I may have made a few of those up- but we have many Wednesdays left.)
Last night we had 3 men and a cake.
(one brought this cake- an ugly cake I might add- that said “not all groomed men are gay”- you had to be there)
This morning sassypants said to me “Nice ratio, mom.”