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Hosting is Our Jam

While we don't feel like the most social individuals in the world, Ross and I have discovered that we enjoy opening our home to people.  Is extroverted introverts a thing?  In recent days, we have come to realize how important in-person relationships are.  We (humans) were created for relationship and fellowship. 

We feel extrememly blessed to live where we do in the home that we have.  We want to share. 

We want people to feel welcome here and comfortable to drop in.  You may have to ignore the six or seven pairs of dirty socks on the floor, look past the dirty handprints on the wall, and be okay with a little stickiness on the counters, but you are welcome here. 

We might have different opinions, come from different backgrounds, bring different baggage, but we hope we can still be friends. 

Please remember there are kids in the room.  Expect them to be loud...and dirty but also expect them to be respectful and polite.  They talk a lot. 

We like to fill people's bellies.  If we're feeling fancy, we'll use the china.  If we are feeling relaxed, we'll break out the paper plates.  Either way, bring an appetite.  If I burn dinner, we'll order pizza. 

We like a house full of people.  If it gets crowded, we can spread out on the patio.  This is our open invitation.  You're welcome here. 


  

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