I look around and feel blessed.
The four of us.
The simple, everyday act of enjoying a meal together.
"They" say it's important family time, the coming together at the end of the day to reconnect. But it's not that I feel all that disconnected from my husband and kids during the day.
How can I when I'm a stay-at-home mom, my son is in only half-day kindergarten and my husband's health problems are preventing him from working right now? My daughter, in 6th grade, is the one who's away from the house the most. But after school and on weekends, she's mostly home too.
So in all actuality, I have plenty reason to be darn right SICK of these people!
But not when we sit down to dinner.
Right now, I am just so happy that ALL FOUR OF US are sitting there, at our new-to-us bigger table. Me, Camryn, AJ....and Mark.
I sit down, look at the faces of the the people I love and am filled with pride, and not just a little bit of awe.
Pride in my children and awe in Mark. Pride in the special little family we are.
Because Mark is sick and has almost died. Because he fights. Because he is probably the one who prepared the meal. And because it's most likely a damn good meal. Because our family is unique.
So sitting down to dinner as a family has a little extra meaning in our house. I see it, feel it, know it.
I DO NOT take it for granted.
I DO eat it up. Pun intended. :-)
