Thursday, December 15, 2011

Tonight



I walked in to my living room tonight to see this (well, minus me, because that would just be spooky) and I thought, "How did my life become this?"

I smiled on the outside. I smiled even bigger on the inside, then I walked back into the carpeted kitchen cave to saute the sprouts.

Everyone tasted one bite of sprouts. Robert said, "These brussels sprouts are terrible." But at least they tasted them. I didn't even have to twist arms.

We played two rounds of a game that turned into four and I force-fed Christmas candy. We're a family, here. The big kids, they've got a hold of my heart. I don't know how it happened, exactly. We had more life issues around that table than you could pile into a VW bus. Cory and I didn't solve anyone's problems over the past year. (There's evidence that we've somehow managed to do the opposite.) But it was never about that. We weren't out to change the world. We just kept the door open and they walked in. And then we didn't want them to leave.

So if you're thinking that something seems too crazy, if you're thinking it's just not you, if you're thinking "But I'm an introvert!" or you're thinking that you don't have the time/money/patience/room, I'm asking you to reconsider.

The gift, it's for you.