Nothing on the calendar

Tonight is the first night in 3 weeks that we are not hosting family. Our refrigerator is still bursting with leftovers, which is a happiness from countless meals prepared and enjoyed. We have been on a 3 week roller coaster ride of a grand faux-cation, grateful that family spent their vacation time and money coming to see us and fill our home with love. Now, there are no more activities on the calendar for the rest of the week, no excursions to the city or the country. No wedding planning appointments or shoe shopping. Nothing on the calendar means the house can get clean, the cat can relax, we can resume our daily routines. I can sit under the tree and recharge my batteries. We will get lonely eventually. The calendar, with open empty days, begs to be written on. Dates, meetings, appointments; we will call friends and see what they are doing and see if they can put us on their calendar. We will pencil in pool parties and baseball games, cookouts and bike rides. We will hope that I am able to get out and get away. If not, we will open our home to whoever wants to come by for a glass of ice tea and a bite of ice cream. The lazy days of summer are still inviting us to relax and enjoy every single one of them.