the dinner table.
One of the traditions from my childhood that has carried over to my own children is sitting together at the table for dinner. I like this time of the day. I like being able to cook a meal, add veges and fruit, and sit down together. I like their smiles.
Andy has always affirmed my cooking. The girls are also big advocates. Karianne is thankful for healthy meals. Sam, well, he prefers peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
The thing I like, though, are the little conversations. They usually aren’t long. Just a few exchanges and then on to the next topic. The conversation bounces around the table. It’s taken awhile to get here, this place where the conversation is natural, without a single person dominating. This place where it is about the day, things we’re thinking, ideas we have instead of constant redirection.
This is a very good place to be. It makes me appreciate the tenacity it took to get here. It makes me appreciate their giggles even more. The dinner table is a very good place to be. I hope it always is.
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