This year, for the New York Botanical Gardens orchid show, the man and I were accompanied by our daughter and her boyfriend, and his mom and sister. Afterward, we had lunch at a hole in the wall Spanish restaurant in the Bronx that served the most delicious pernil and plantains, and a stew of red and black beans and rice that I'm still dreaming about. It was a full weekend of entertaining, even though our guests preempted our having to cook anything by bringing baked ziti and baked goods and lots of other food. We also got the spend most of the weekend with our daughter, as she and her love hung out here with the fam. I loved it.
After everyone left on Sunday, the man and I realized that we have had houseguests almost every single weekend since the year began, and we joked about getting a plaque made to hang above our door—"Arrindell Arms." Next weekend, my birthday weekend, will be another busy one with my favorite people—my niece and her love, my son and his love, and my girl and her love will all be here to sing and eat cake with me on Friday night. Then on Sunday we attend the baptism of my son's girlfriend's younger nephew and birthday party for her older one. All our families are becoming ever more intertwined. I love the way families become redefined as the young ones grow up and fall in love and begin to create new branches of the tree. Everyone is so different in the beginning, but we all love our children, and we grow into love with one another, too.