Kindness

My 16yrs old cousin is visiting for the weekend. She's one of those calm people with a very kind heart. Baby boy adores her and so do we. And I unashamedly speak in "we" because I love being married. We celebrated her arrival by making burritos for dinner. The best part of making this dinner is seeing the creases on Robdawg's forehead as he concentrates while cutting up the tomatoes. The kind of thing that makes you smile inside.

You know what, in future I think I should write less about him because I tend to get sidetracked.

Now where were we? Ah, ok so about hosting a guest. I haven't had much opportunity to do this. The first time someone stayed over was my dear friend Thato. We lived in California at the time and I had just given birth 3 weeks prior. As you can imagine, dazed and fatigued would be the best words to describe my state of mind. Like a true friend, Thato flew from Switzerland, placed her bags down and did everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. The kind of love one will never forget. Robdawg and I finally got a chance to relax a little. In my more alert state of mind, I'm a perfectionist. I want a person to come into my home and enjoy. I love details. The little things that let you know that we're excited to have you here. And that we've made an effort to cater for your needs and possible wants. And my home truly is your home. I hope that next time we host Thato, she'll see the love we have for her through our thoughtful actions. Because it's true what they say, actions really do speak louder than words.