I used to white-knuckle my way through the holiday season. The calendar sometimes felt too thick to navigate, barely enough white space to catch a breath between out-of-town guests, Christmas programs, your fourth batch of Gingersnaps for the Cookie Of The Month’s cookie exchange.
For a girl prone to quiet and space, the bustle of holidays have often felt anything but.
But now I know better. I know to dig for the secret truths: that in a single season, what feels shiny and bright can also feel lonely and barren. That a full house is better than the alternative. That we have all that we need in each other. (That hospitality has little to do with a tablescape, although my mom brought us this darling one.)
And so: we keep our door wider than wide – for each other and for ourselves.
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| For those of you in need of an extra push to host in a season that feels full, might I suggest a make-ahead holiday brunch? Head on over to Williams-Sonoma for Martin's go-to croissant – no centerpiece necessary. |
