I was preparing the final touches for company to arrive to spend a weekend in our home.
Making my home welcoming is important to me.
It should be clean.
If that isn't completely possible, it should at least look clean -
with messy things hidden in my bedroom and in the garage.
My home should smell clean - candles, potpourri, whatever it takes.
I make sure basic needs can be met easily, that guests have access to snacks, tissue, water, towels, etc.
This time I wanted that extra touch.
I wanted them to read my warm welcome as soon as they entered the living room
after a three hour drive through Friday rush- hour traffic.
I spent 15 minutes I should have been cleaning and spelled out a greeting for our special guests with the Scrabble tiles I keep in a bowl my husband made in his high school shop class.
As soon as I walked away to hide something else in my bedroom,
I heard the smooth wood tiles sliding off their holders and back into the bowl.
This is the greeting ONE of my children wanted to use instead.
I won't tell you his name to protect the guilty.
I was slightly annoyed, and made him change it back.
A few days later, a new-improved greeting welcomed me.
Ah, peace in the valley again.