I walked past a cheerful housewarming party this afternoon, with plates of food and desserts and chattering people milling and spilling out of the bright, airy, crisp-new house, through the sliding porch doors and into the garden.
It was such a warm sight, it reminded me of all the housewarming parties I’d attended in the past, in all the places in which I’ve lived.
They’re so nice, these parties. It’s like a kind of house-baptism, you know? “Please come to bring light and warmth in my new home so I can start here on a good note.”
I’m grateful for housewarming parties!