I must admit, I am not a big New Year's kind of girl. I usually stay in - even before we had kids. We watch the celebrations on television. We spend time with each other. My parents usually come over and ring in the new year with us.

Inviting people to our home and cooking for them is something I've always enjoyed. I'd rather cook for someone than buy a gift. Cooking for others is something that makes my heart happy - it fills a need. Food fills an empty stomach and conversation fills an empty heart - and, sometimes, it is in the company of others that we truly find ourselves.
When I want to cherish times long past, I want to remember the people who have walked through my doors. I want to keep our conversations in my heart. I want to know that, at the very least, I'd fed a very real need if I did nothing else.
I may not be able bestow lavish gifts upon my guests, but what I can give is the gift of time, nourishment and a listening ear. There are conversations at coffee houses, homes and on busy streets that will live a lifetime in my heart - because they have so profoundly affected me. I am forever grateful for those moments when strangers lend a willing ear. I have small(ish) children, so I know it isn't always as quiet as other places, but it is my hope that eating at my home leaves my guests with a feeling of being welcomed, wanted and cherished.
Last night, I thought about my many cherished memories of 2014. As I look forward to New Year's Eve 2015, I am thinking about what my "auld lang syne" will be this year - and I am planning today!
Peace and joy to you this New Year's Day!
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