We Are Better Together


This weekend I had a houseful of guests. Margaret and her three beautiful girls were here from Friday through Sunday. Rebecca and her growing family spent Friday night with us, and Linda Karen, John and his Karen came out Saturday afternoon. Tracy and Ashley were here for the duration. We had great weather Saturday, but it was very cold and even a tiny bit snowy on Sunday. We managed to have a great time anyway.

What a happy mess the house was. Clothes, computers, dishes and shoes in every nook and cranny. The girls' bikinis were strung over the guest tub to dry after they enjoyed the hot tub Friday night. The dogs and cats found little corners to stay in and avoid the hoopla. Leftovers were out on the counter, and then eaten, and then replaced by a new round of the same. Cars lined the driveway.

Saturday night we had a girls' trip to Big Cup Eatery to wolf down some burgers and then sing a little Karaoke. Margaret's girls sang "My Favorite Things" with an English accent; Ashley, Kristie and I sang songs true to our country music tastes. We practically had the room to ourselves, which may be what inspired Margaret to get up and do something I have never seen before: sing a highly entertaining and actually pretty good rendition of "Way Over Yonder". But I think it was something more that inspired her.

I think we are better together. We feel safer. We feel encouraged. We are offered a comforting haven to return to after we venture out alone. We can be exponentially betterwith our efforts joined as one. We learn more. We share more. We laugh more easily.

I realize the opposite is also true- that we can be worse in groups. We can fudge on decisions, be persuaded to laziness, be pulled into dark places. But, when you care about the people around you, what a difference good company makes.

I have been seeing this over and over lately. I see it in the easy, sisterly affection that Margaret's girls show for each other and the eagerly shared information at my art league meetings. I hear it in the combined voices of my little church choir, and in the reassuring voice Tracy has for Ashley. I actually tasted it this weekend in the soft gooiness of Linda's homemade cinnamon rolls, shared with all of us. This weekend I felt it strongly and knew I was part of something special, surrounded by so many people I love.

I look forward to many more such happy messes on the hill, filled with lots of togetherness.


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