Sunday night I hosted our monthly book club. It's an informal gathering (reading the book is suggested but more or less optional) where we mostly sit around and eat, drink, and be merry. Ordinarily the book club foundress (is that a word?) hosts, but she had been out of town for a couple of weeks and had only gotten home a couple days before. Nobody should come home and host an event, right? So I held it here.
On Monday, the kids and I piled in the car and drove across town to visit a friend who has a daughter a little bit younger than Boo. She and I chatted while the girls ran around; Doodlebug was bored, but that was his fault since I had asked him to bring something to do to entertain himself. Anyway, we set up a sleepover for Boo and the other girl in another week or two, and they're already counting the days.
Today we went over to another friend's house. She and I are incredibly close, so when I showed up and her hair was wet and her son was wearing the same shirt he'd been wearing constantly since Sunday, it was no big deal. She did dishes and cleaned, and I drank coffee and wandered around with her, and then we ordered pizza for lunch because fixing food was out of the question. Who wants to do that when Mazzio's delivers? The kids had been playing with water guns by that point and were sopping wet. Anyway, we had a good time.
The rest of this week is filled with plans for equally good times. We have a tour at a museum, another visit with a friend (this one's coming to our house), lunch plans with another friend, the 4th of July, and a get-together with another family.
Every time I think I'm an introvert, my calendar fills up with weeks like these and I realize exactly how much I love getting together with people and look forward to them. I love hanging out with my friends, and I'm grateful for all of them! Knowing a wide variety of wonderful people really does make life better.