welcome
They talk on the radio of “domestic tranquility” and I laugh. There’s not much tranquil around here unless the children are in bed.
I try to pick up, spruce up, do the dishes up, but often, despite my best race-around-as-soon-as-naptime-is-over efforts, I welcome him home to a very messy, crazy, noisy house. I hand him a child as I kiss him hello and then race to finish putting dinner on the table.
“What is welcoming to you?” I ask as we sit down Friday night, the candle’s scent barely discernable through the aroma of enchiladas and chilies relleno.
And he starts to quote Gaston about a little cabin and a fire, with his wife rubbing his feet. “But,” he smiles as he helps do up the dinner dishes, “three little kids running around the corner yelling ‘Daddy’s home!’ is a pretty good welcome.”
{Five-Minute Friday: “welcome”}
Definitely a great welcome! But I know I get just as stressed.
I love it when my kids get excited that their daddy has just walked through the door after being at work all day. Such love in the excitement.
I am visiting from the five minute friday group. it is nice to meet you
My guys says something similar… so why do we stress about the rest?
Blessings.
Love it. 馃檪
Good post.