Social Butterfly and I made plans to have a dinner party for some of her closest friends from the eating disorder program (some discharged, some on half-days, some still on full-days) and their parents this past Saturday night.
If you've been a reader for long, you know that where other people might just say, "We really ought to get together sometime . . ." and then never have it happen, I really mean it and I make it so. It's the good part of being a task-oriented person--I rock follow through.
What a blessing it was to have the dinner to look forward to after the horror show that was last week.
We had the best time.
The weather was glorious (which was nice, because we've been having the grayest spring ever) and Mr. Fix-it--sensing that I was as close to overwhelmed as I have ever been (I might have given some pointed hints that I was hanging on by a very thin thread after several sleepless nights)-- had spent Friday and Saturday spring cleaning our house and yard, so everything was sparkling clean and inviting.
We did a potluck (if you ever want to know how to make a 1,000 calorie a serving pasta casserole, I'm your go-to gal) and the food was delicious. Homemade California rolls were one family's contribution and strawberries stuffed with cream cheese/powdered sugar/vanilla were dessert. There was a nice Syrah for the adults and Trader Joe's sparkling pink lemonade for the kids.
If there is anything better for the soul than sitting around the patio, in fading daylight, sharing fine food, drink and conversation with people you like and trust, and have walked through fire alongside, while listening to the sound of your daughters' raucous laughter spilling from the house, than I would love to hear about it.
I am a Girl Scout through and through; I have sung "Make new friends/but keep the old/one is silver and the other's gold/A circle is round/It has no end/That's how long I want to be your friend" more times than I can possibly count.
I may not have sung it out loud Saturday night, but that song was definitely in my heart.