The week before Christmas I had a house tour.
It was so much fun.
The house smelled like a wonderful combination of fresh pine and cinnamon topped off with apple spice. The lights were twinkling on Christmas trees and brown paper packages tied up with strings were tucked under the branches and fresh magnolia was everywhere.
Every room was decorated and ready.
Waiting for the guests to arrive.
Dozens and dozens of smiling, red-nosed, oh-s0-cheerful Christmas guests……
…..all bringing food.
They brought food because I haven’t turned over my macaroni and cheese leaf in the kitchen yet.
It was the best way to host a party.
Tray after tray of food came was carried in. We had holiday dishes covering every surface. There were cookies and cakes and pies and stuffed potato skins and hash brown casserole and chips and dips and crackers and cheese balls that covered every surface.
And I wanted to show you.
I wanted to show you the house tour and the guests and the twinkling lights and the milk glass dishes and the Wayfair cloche and the fun and festiveness of the Christmas house tour.
And somewhere between the pecan pie tart and the pumpkin rolls…..I totally forgot to take pictures.
I was laughing and talking and putting out drinks and napkins and refreshing tea and telling how we knocked this wall down and how I found the chalkboard by the side of the road and how we added this porch on.
The party was incredible and amazing and full of joy and wonder.
And completely and utterly pictureless.
Not a single picture.
Not even the crumbs.
All I have is stacks and stacks of left-over dishes.
And a Hometalk mug.
Next year I’ll take pictures.
Next year I’ll remember.
But for now…..this year…..I just sat in the quiet with the sunlight streaming through the windows and the sounds of the party still ringing in my ears.
I sat in the stillness with a Hometalk mug full of coffee…..
…..and a heart full of joy.