It is such a wonderful and strange feeling when you get invited over to your daughter's new home for the very first time to eat supper.
It's wonderful because this is what you have raised her up to be...
a keeper of her home, with a heart for hospitality to use her home to be a blessing to others.
Yet is strange because here is your little girl all grown up.
She's no longer playing house.
This is her house.
She no longer lives with you and her daddy.
She lives here with her husband.
All of the giggling and dreaming and designing and planning that she has done through the years with her sisters has finally come to pass.
It's no longer a dream but a reality.
And now she has invited me and her daddy over to eat a meal that she has prepared for the first time.
She is nervous and excited and proud all at the same time....wanting it all to be perfect.
And it was. Absolutely perfect.
Here is a glimpse of that night..
The beautiful hostess.
Her happy front porch.
Her serene and cozy living room.
Enjoying the fellowship that night with my big brother.
About to ask the blessing and thank God for all He has done and provided.
Boiled shrimp, sausage and mushrooms
Salad and bread
She did an amazing job.
We felt so spoiled and pampered.
I'm so proud of her homemaking skills.
She has created an environment that is inviting and lovely.
There will be plenty of fellowships and meals at her house together but there is only one first time.
Mrs. Linton your first time was magical!
Yes....all this is strange and wonderful to have two of my daughters all grown up and living in their own homes and their little sister standing in line ready for her turn to become a Mrs.
As I stood there watching Mrs. Linton in her apron, smiling and enjoying her self,
I had a full heart of gratitude. Thankful for God allowing me the privilege of being their momma.
ps. We've been invited to supper tonight! Gonna be heading that way in a couple of hours.
Aghh... Life is grand.