Some friends approached me one Sunday morning as I was walking into church. They were excited that my husband, Tim, had invited them to our Super Bowl Party that afternoon. Attempting to hide my shock and confusion, I smiled and told them I couldn’t wait for the party.
What party? At my house? Did they have me confused for someone else?
As I continued walking in, more people approached me with excitement about the Super Bowl party I was throwing later that day. The number of guests kept growing.
I searched the building for Tim, desperate to find out what was going on. How could he throw a Super Bowl party and invite these people without telling me? I tried remaining calm.
By the time I found Tim, I was so angry. Super Bowl Sunday parties come with high expectations. Pinterest worthy snacks. Fun décor. A clean house. We had none of those things.
I was 39 weeks pregnant – too pregnant to even get my shoes on and off by myself. How could I make elaborate snacks and clean our house in just a few hours?
Forty people showed up that evening. Forty. Neither of us remember what we ate or if our house was clean. We didn’t have any decorations or Pinterest worthy snacks.
All we remember is how much fun everyone had.
Our friends weren’t looking for a party with great décor or snacks. They were looking for community. We were able to provide that.
That morning, as I stewed over the expectations I placed on myself to host, my husband saw a need among the people in our church. Should he have asked before inviting forty people to our house for a Super Bowl party? Yes. However, I was the one that learned the lesson that day.
Tim spontaneously planned the party assuming I would understand and support his decision.
As wives, sometimes the most important thing we can do for our husbands is support their decisions. Even if those decisions require extra effort on our part.