My grandmother loved to host parties, and could find any occasion to do so. It didn’t matter what we were celebrating, she had specific decorations and menus. sSometimes she would let me help her create the hors d’oeuvres, other times she put me in charge of passing them out to her guests. She was never afraid to set a dress code, either, so all her friends would show up with a bit of dazzle and glam. I used to feel so special just to be around everyone, even though I didn’t know them and was one of the only kids in the room. 

I often think back on those parties, and how fun they were, but also how out of reach something like that feels for me. I have hosted small gatherings at my house, but nothing like the events my grandparents put on, and I honestly never could, simply because of how different of a space my house is compared to theirs. My grandparents built an incredible home on Lake Sunapee in the 1970s. They designed it exactly how they wanted it, and it was meant to be a place where they could host their friends and family. The main area was open and spacious, with tall ceilings and sliding glass doors that led right out onto the porch overlooking the lake. Downstairs, there were extra rooms with bunk beds and another porch attached to stairs leading to the dock on the lake. It was beautiful, and they were proud of it.

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