In September (why am I always a month behind?) we baptized the new house. Colorado friends drove out to join us, neighbors we hadn’t met yet dropped by to say hello, kids ran amok, and I got to hold my first baby since moving here.
(biggest disadvantage of moving somewhere new? No one knows you and so no one lets you hold their babies.)
The front porch still has some railings down for restoration, but it seemed like a bad idea to have a porch full of people without a railing. Solution: garden twine and fabric scraps made a festive and effective boundary. The kids all pitched in to help with the tying.
The menu was for appetizers, heavy on fresh produce from the garden. All of our Colorado friends pitched in to help in the kitchen. With music and dancing and tasting it was a legit pre-party.
And the spread was beautiful, especially with the flowers–some sent by old friends from Colorado, some brought by new friends from their gardens.
An amazing group of friends, neighbors, and acquaintances came to help us celebrate. We even set a box on the sidewalk in front of our house inviting the rest of the community to come join us. Delightfully, a few brave strangers accepted the invitation. One conversation with one such brave stranger went like this:
Her: (looking at the box on the sidewalk)“You mean anyone can come to your party?”
Her: “Can I come to your party??”
Christopher: “Yes, please come!”
And what would a party be without all the kids? We had a few dozen of them on the lawn playing football, badminton, and coloring with chalk. Clearly, Daniel ruled the badminton game.
And so we feel ready for autumn and the inevitable winter. Our hearts are full. Our community is rich. Our house is warm.