The magic starts with me: I am almost transformed into a domestic goddess at the prospect of visitors. Suddenly I can find the energy and incentive to clean the house from top to bottom.
My children rise to the occasion. They smile, they put their problems aside as much as they can. They enjoy the company. They make an effort, even when it’s hard.
There have been a few brave visitors this year, all of them have a made a huge difference, and made memories for us as a family.
Last weekend it was my brother’s turn, and for a couple of days life seemed almost normal.
Broken things were fixed. Lunch was eaten out. With dessert of course.
There was a trip to IKEA that involved more than just eating meat balls!
There were family dinners, I even made a hearty vegan salad one evening and there may have been a tear in my eye at the sight of the empty plates…
On Sunday we went to Farmleigh in Dublin’s Phoenix Park for Nepal Day. We were a bit too early for the celebrations, but B enjoyed showing the sights to her uncle.
Sadly the magic ended at 6.15 on Monday morning, but it was good while it lasted.