Thanksgiving on Dean Street {for a family of 26}

We welcomed our first guests in pajamas for mimosas, cinnamon rolls & savory oatmeal. With every hour more friends arrived bearing dishes we could barely find room for & baking up a storm to Indie Christmas music mixes in the kitchen. {Ashby & myself whipping up my Mom's Sweet Potatoe Casserole in Anthropologie aprons}

Tables covered in vintage table clothes, sunflowers, my grandmother's tea pots & more delicious goodness than could ever be consumed. The turkey was carved by darling Mr. Elmquist & family dinner was served.

Without formal seating for 26, we cozied up on couches & rugs downstairs, plates perched on coffee tables & ottomans. Somewhere around this time I welled up with so much joy I thought my heart might burst out of my chest. {And yes, that's a baby in a bow tie!}

Best Friend & I love hosting more than anything. She loves cooking, feeding, preparing -- her love language is gifts. She poured so many countless hours into the preparation that no one saw, because her heart is full when she's giving. I love making people feel welcome, a part, comfortable -- my love language is physical affection & words of affirmation. For me those 2 combine when I can create a home that says "You are totally welcome here, burrow into an armchair & just be yourself in community". She wants no one to go hungry & not be cared for. I want no one to be alone & feel not a part. God knew what he was doing when he paired us up ya'll. So at Dean Street you're always welcome & there'll usually be something tasty to snack & sip on!

Love from Dean Street, Kristen & Hilary

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