This week I have prepared.
The beer is chilling in the fridge
The meals have been planned, purchased and prepped
The house is sparkling, every room has the scent of "fresh laundry" liberally sprayed in it
The garden has been mowed, strimmed, pruned and planted
The car has a full tank and the sweet stash has been topped up
Everything is done.
This weekend is the first time that dear friends from Holland will stay in our house.
Sion will soon drive to the airport to wait like an excited child to see them walk through the arrivals hall. When he lived in Holland they opened their house to him, gave him a home and family when his own was so far away. I didn't know him then, but he's told me so many stories of laughter, advice and love that helped him make a life for himself. He became the person I fell in love with when he lived in Holland. I think Riet and Terry had a hand in this.
We visited them last year, they welcomed me into their home, introduced me to their children, fussed over us and showed us places that they were proud of.
I don't think they realise how much I appreciate them, for looking after Sion, for loving him and helping him, for sending him back to England a better man, the man I love.