This morning I prepped our guest bedroom for my parents. They're coming to visit for the weekend. When overnight guests visited before we had kids, I used to add thoughtful touches to the room like setting a welcome note on the pillows or assembling a small gift bag of my visitor's favorite candies.
Once, in a moment of hospitable ambition, I made a placard for our door that read Welcome to Hotel Kramer, even though the "hotel" was merely a bed in our upstairs dormer apartment.
Now my guests get clean towels, and I feel pretty good about that.
Life is noisier and messier and more chaotic these days. On the positive side, a visitor's entrance into our house will always be more colorful than it ever was before children.
I think our guests, especially grandparents, feel pretty good about that.