This past weekend, we hosted a makeshift shindig for my sister-in-law and her husband to show off their new baby to half of Leslie’s family that hadn’t seen the baby yet. What started out at 15 or so people quickly doubled and ended up becoming  a major affair.

Leslie didn’t intend on being the über host, but before we knew it, she was up to her elbows in fruit and vegetable crudete. This was the most people we’ve had in the house since moving in back in September but now that we got our new dining room table, we were a lot more comfortable with seating arrangements even though we had to borrow a patio set from our eclectic furniture dealing neighbor. Freckles was the most content because of the constant stream of people moving outside in order to toss the ball to her. I was content because I knew once the people were gone, that dog would be asleep for the rest of the night.

All in all, the event turned out really well even though I was conned into chomping down on a piece of shrimp dimsum. If I hadn’t mentioned it before, seafood stays away from me and I stay away from it and never the twain shall meet, or whatever they say about two things that shouldn’t be in close proximity for fear of spontaneous combustion. Thank goodness for some incredible, pallette-cleansing strawberries from the world famous Chino’s farm in Del Mar. The best part of the afternoon for me was the constant compliments we received on our home. Everyone commented on how the home looked cute or awesome or beautiful and I was blown away. I mean I think we have a nice home, but I never looked at it as awesome. For the second time in a month, I had this overwhelming feeling of pride in our home; not just a house, but a home. I may not be incredibly successful and I may not drive fancy cars or have the body of an Adonis, but I have a home that other people admire and my wife and I really enjoy. Life is good.

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