Party at my house

Last night was a rare event for my house: it was full of people. Our bishop is moving so we had a goodybye/open house at our house and LOTS of people came. There was way too much food, which was funny--like a million brownies and cookies were left over. It was only supposed to be for an hour and a half but people stayed for two and a half hours...my face hurt really bad after from smiling the whole time. I talked to a lot of people that I hadn't talked to much before, which was nice (and I saw two babies--really). It was a good night because I really liked everybody. And we all have lots of issues but everybody is just trying to do okay in life and maybe be a little better than they were before. Yay. Sometimes I feel good about humanity. And I should probably have people over to my house more.