Meet my Guest:
Emily from Chatting at the Sky
Emily doesn't know this, but one of my greatest highlights from the Blissdom '09 conference - with my roommates Emily and her sister, The Nester, and Melissa - were our late night talks.
One night in particular, we lay awake for hours talking about important things dear to our hearts, important things like young girls. My Balcony Girls group, and then Emily's passion for walking alongside high school girls as they discover old truth in new ways, experiencing authentic LIFE with God.
It was also encouraging to hear the inspiration and passion behind each of our blogs. (Yes, Nester was lightly snoring in the background--sweet music to our ears--but we filled her in on all the details in the morning. We didn't want her to miss out.)
I felt a sweet connectedness to Emily. A true sister, indeed.
Her words are deep and beautiful ... now you can read for yourself. Welcome, Emily!
It was their idea to have a tea party.
As the early hours of the day stretched out before us, it sounded like a great idea. Sure! I said, half believing they would forget by lunchtime. They did not. So we headed off to the Dollar Store to gather supplies for our spontaneous tea party.
Now I have to be honest: I am not a spontaneous kind of girl. At least, not when it comes to having people over. I have loosened up over the years, but I am definitely of the belief that a hostess needs notice to prepare and plan and perfect.
Which usually means I don't have people over, if I'm honest.
Even though this little party was only for my girls, my three-year-old niece, and the other women in my family, I was still tempted to clean the entire house even though we would only be in the playroom.
I am so glad I let that expectation go.
The girls had so much fun picking out the napkins and treats. I even let them buy fake flowers. I know real ones are better, but they really wanted those bright orange flowers. Why not? They made a memory. They decorated with streamers and had swiss cake rolls and sang I'm a little tea pot.
And the best part? My family loved it.
They were thrilled to get a call in the middle of the day with an invite to a tea party that afternoon.
Allowing the present to be imperfect does not come naturally to me. But sometimes, it is the only way to live.
Today, it meant letting the little brother bring his truck noises to the table, serving chicken nuggets at a tea party and buying fake flowers.
Thank you, Miss Sandy, for always encouraging us to value connection rather than perfection.
Do you struggle with allowing the present to be imperfect?
Are you a spontaneous kind of girl?
Emily and I would love to hear your story!