They left a grand mess. We cleaned for a week. Five minutes after my family's arrival, the house was turned back into the swiss cheese we'd begun with last Monday. Toys were scattered about, dirt traded places with Mr. Clean, sheets twisted like they'd visited tornado alley...I'm still finding marshmallows torpedoed from my favorite new Christmas present, a marshmallow shooter...a grand mess. They left the lights on. My beautiful wood floor reveals the footprints left by them. Water stains tell the story of where three dogs drank their fill. They left a grand mess. Empty wine and beer bottles fill my closet and we filled my garbage can completely. They left a grand mess.
And I mean GRAND...the echoes of their laughter still spill from my walls. I hesitated at each room a moment, before turning off the lights, remembering them. The kids screamed and laughed and played...and sometimes got into a little trouble. Uncles and Aunts laughed at their shenanigans even as their parents did not. We couldn't help it actually. The kids were everything they were supposed to be and the parents were everything they were supposed to be. We enjoyed brilliant, private time with the children. Monique and I were allowed to love them well this weekend.
The Elgersma clan (made up of Elgersmas, Hostetlers, and Beaumonts - also referred to as the Elgerbeaustetlers) visited for Christmas...334 days early--well maybe we met 30-something days late. When can't one remember the Savior? Whatever one can say, it was grand. We played games, gobbled up amazing meals in every...health group (fantastic beef and ham Sandwiches, yummy Chili, Pork Roasts, and the most amazing Krispy Cream-Carmel Santa-Clausifying breakfast in my memory), enjoyed time swimming, playing outside and watching movies. I played my guitar and we sang together. We goofed around with hair pins, balls and the like. We enjoyed a little dutch cookie Sinterklaas treat (pepernootjes) and downed a few M & M's. We ate Sunday breakfast at Church and enjoyed each other's company there. We listened to a loving sermon and shared communion together, sang by guitar (Rob played this time), and finally that afternoon, said our goodbyes.
We were delighted they were here. We enjoyed the celebration. And we made a grand mess. No mess means they weren't here. We can't have that.
Homes should reveal where they've been, where they are, and reflect the things that happen and the ways that make them 'homes.' Mine does. The mess was - and is - so grand. I don't mind picking up after us this week. Each piece carries a memory and I'm good with that. Neat and tidy is okay too, but one should live somewhere. God doesn't expect a sterile lifestyle from His people...
They're our family. This weekend came with the marvelous, the amazing, the good, bad and ugly. A grand mess it was. We left a Grand, Marvelous, Happy and Holy mess--so very Grand.