I would love it if hospitality came naturally to me. But I seem to have to plan it. When will I not be kicking another member of the family out of the space we will want? When will I clean? What will I make? Abby doesn’t suffer from any of these issues. She rides her bike around the subdivision until she finds a friend (and sometimes their little sister). She brings them back no matter how many dog hair tumble weeds there are on our kitchen floor. She loves to serve them a snack, and all she requires is a supply of hot chocolate in winter (yes, she rides in bike in all weather short of a blizzard) and popsicles in summer. I am attempting to become more like Abby!