Everything was all set. Ken and I were going to cook dinner for our house guest on a Sunday evening. Simple. Easy. Casual. Just the three of us. Then three became seven. My husband asked if we could invite a good friend of us all, her husband, and daughter over to dinner as well. My first response: no. I couldn't wrap my head around having a dinner party for six. All the excuses for why I couldn't host six people were racing through my mind. But then I stopped myself and started figuring out how to make it happen.
There is nothing more sobering than perspective. That moment when you realize your mountain is actually a mole hill when put in perspective to someone's Mount Everest.