Sunday night

I love throwing a party!  I love the planning, the cooking, even the cleaning.  I love having people come to my house, listening to all their voices, the different conversations, the laughter that comes with gatherings.  I love the smiles, the exchanged look, listening to friends' stories.  I love the special few people who hang out after everyone else has left, and the talk becomes more frank, more honest.  Which moments do I love most?  Well, how can I choose?

But my question, for the void, is this:  Is it actually an act of selfishness and pride to have a party at my house?  Because here's where the dilemma comes in.  I receive many compliments about the food, my house, the decor.  People are very flattering.  Is that flattery my motivation, or is my motivation making others happy?  And are the nice things people say just a natural effect of doing my best, trying hard to please the person for whom I'm throwing the party?  I'll have to think on that one.  

Meanwhile, mission accomplished, friend sent off to wed happy.  She said some lovely things to me tonight, and I feel the same way about her.  Isn't that just like life, that we discover wonderful people just as their path is about to diverge from ours?  Well, on we go.  I wish my friend all the love and joy that I've found in my marriage.  I wish her laughter and snuggling.  I wish her amazing days and nights of wonder in this man she's found.  I wish her all the good things that love can bring, for years and years to come.