there’s a group of people we get together with about once a month…or every other month. adults are outnumbered by kids and when we all show up we total 22 people. we’re loud and obnoxious. we’re messy and often tired. we aren’t a very small small group.
personally, i’ve had some amazing revelations sitting around with this bunch of people. in the midst of parenting and getting more to eat, checking on the youngest ones and hearing a guitar being played, there are rich conversations.
after our last gathering, my kids expressed their happiness with small group. asking why, one said, “because the grown ups actually like to be with the kids.”
manna for my soul, man. that’s it. done. i’m in.