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“Oh no, don’t go through that trouble.” She answered, “What have you got at home? Let’s use what we have. I have a few things I can bring.”
“Home?” I asked, surprised.
That afternoon we munched on leftovers, sitting on the grass underneath dappled shade in the park. We had a wonderful conversation, a time of depth, and it had nothing to do with the pretense and exhaustion of entertaining. If you practice true hospitality, you won’t worry about how clean the house is, or bite at the kids and husband. You will be less likely to fret over the expense and quality of the cooking because the truest value is in serving, loving and nurturing your guest, together, as a family. But that’s the catch, isn’t it? We don’t bend over backwards, pulling out all the stops and glamour because we value our guests; we do it because we are afraid that without these things, they won’t value us. Now isn’t that entertaining?