Aw, the Joyous Sounds

It is a Wednesday night and I'm feeling so content as I hear a pool full of youth and watching my hubby do what he does best, hangin' and relatin' to them.  They had youth at church and then came over to the Saulnier Casa to swim. So cool.  This is what we love to do.  We love to host.  I'm not sure "entertain" is the right word. That word always make me think of fancy clothes, crystal dishes and expensive food.  But we love to have people over.  The teenagers made it home before Chris did. I was starting to wonder if they locked him up in a trunk or something.  It was so refreshing to have a house full of youth, hangin' out, talkin'.  I told Chris a week ago I thought it would be cool if every Sunday or every other Sunday after youth they come over and swim. And maybe every Thursday morning or afternoon or evening they would know its swim time at the Saulnier's. Or maybe both.
So, yesterday Chris asks me what I thought about the youth coming over tonight to swim. I laughed and said it was short notice but it would be cool.
I so wish I could be this "cool" youth pastors wife that dresses "cool" and always has the house clean and ready and always has snacks baked and ready, etc.  I had to laugh tonight as they come piling in and here I am in baggy sweats and a baggy t-shirt (because thats what I'm comfortable in and I've lost so much weight that how the clothes fit) with no make up (I only wear make up on Sunday mornings or special occasions anyway) and my hair was done by a 6 year old.  My mind just doesn't think about things any more so it never even occurred to me that they would see me when they came over to swim and that I should "dress more appropriately".  You know what? I may like this new mind because whatever the mind can't think of, it can't stress over either.  I did think earlier, however, that it would be nice if there were home made cookies for them. I may not be able to put out a spread for them and I felt only cookies was kind of "corney" but at least it was something.  So, after dinner tonight,  the young lady that helps me on Wednesday nights, while Chris is at youth, helped me bake chocolate chip and caramel cookies.  It was awesome and felt so good to be able to have something for them tonight.
Stuff like this is what I had hoped I could do when Chris took this position and I have been so frustrated that I couldn't do it, that I couldn't support Chris in this way and be this happy healthy hosting wife.  Hosting is our gift.  We just love to have people over, feed them something (Chris usually cooks something) and enjoy the company.  So, for a couple hours tonight I am super content, lovin' the sounds coming' from the house and yard.
It also helps knowing that in the morning I am going to do my last dose of IV meds and "yank" the IV out. We have not heard as of tonight how the labs turned out or what the doctor's decision is.  I honestly don't anticipate hearing this week. Therefore, I am excited at the thought that I could be IV free for three days.  Oh what freedom! Just to be able to get up and shower when I want to shower without relying on a single soul to wrap an arm or hand, or help me wash, put on deorderant, and get dressed.  In the last three months I feel I  have had a slight taste of what "getting old" might taste like and I have come to the conclusion that it has got to be the cruelest part of life when the number of people you rely on out numbers those that rely on you. *shudder* I don't look forward to it at all.  I don't think I will easily surrender to those days at all but will probably be a grumpy, grouchy, crotchety old lady.  May God kindly take me home before then for the sakes of others :)