This is the living space off the kitchen looking out into the backyard. Plenty of space to host our huge Mormon families, which is one of the main reasons we wanted this house. It takes the pressure off my mother who has been hosting most gatherings in her home, and then she has to deal with the aftermath. I got my first taste of the aftermath on Monday, and after hosting that many people it felt like I’d been knocked in the head with a bag of bricks. Gotta pace it, but it’s hard when I want to celebrate how lucky I feel to live here with everyone I know.