sCrAbBlEd WeLcOmE

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.