Welcome + 5 Minute Friday

“Who’s at my door?” said in a sing song voice by a woman I have long admired.  One I want to be just like when I grow up.

We used meet regularly at her home, sweet memories full of family and food.  She would welcome us all, but her most special welcomes were reserved for the wee ones.  They always knew that Nana would welcome them with a smile, a hug and a “Who’s at my door?”

This is the first thing that came to mind when I thought of the word “Welcome.”  I can just see this lovely, saying her greeting as she opens the door, always followed by a hug.  The best of welcomes.

I would like to have my own welcome phrase, said to those who are most special to me when they come to my door.  Maybe it doesn’t have to be a phrase, maybe just a feeling.  And maybe it does not have to be to just those who are most special, but how about all?  Errr…even those I don’t want to open my door to? Hmm.

I wonder– how do I make those who visit my home feel when they come in?  Do I take just a moment to look in their eyes and smile with mine, letting them know they are seen, important and welcomed?

What about the most familiar faces that come through my door?  My husbands.  My daughters…

I decide to think about my own signature welcome.  Might I find my own way of showing them my open heart and a home that is theirs, where, like no other place, they can feel the most welcome.

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