Dinner

Growing up, my mom, dad, and I always ate dinner together. Mom Eat always prepared a delicious homemade meal and the three of us sat around the table every night telling stories about our day, laughing at jokes, and enjoying the delicious most often from scratch food.

When I first left home to go to college, I don’t think I realized how much I would miss those dinners.

When I first moved into an apartment on my own, I don’t think I realized how much I enjoyed sitting around a table eating dinner.

When I first moved in with Boy Eat, I don’t think I realized how much I wanted to eat dinner seated at a table, talking, and enjoying every bite.

In the last few years, from bar stools, to tray tables, to eating on the floor on a giant rug. From eating on our rooftop terrace (blessed I tell you-that is a true true blessing on a beautiful fall night) to outside on our little patio. From balancing our plates on our laps on our sofa, to eating on the go or being halfway done before the entire meal is even cooked.  Eating each part of dinner at once because let’s face it, a tray table can only hold so much at once.

Dinner just hasn’t been the same. And it’s funny, when you think about it, how much the furniture can really be a part of dinner.

The table.

And, the togetherness.

Because there’s just something about sitting around a table with the ones you love, talking and laughing, and enjoying your meal, television off, music turned down, in silence and in speech.

Last week Boy Eat and I bought a house.

And the thing I am MOST excited about…

Having dinner. And room for a dining table.

We hear a lot about the value of eating dinner, with your family. Sitting down once in a while to dinner, and conversation. And, sure, this isn’t something many of us can manage every night in the week. But maybe one night, or two, we could. Maybe just Sunday nights with the whole family.  Oh what a difference that would make. Those moments are priceless. Precious. And more importantly, they help get us through the rest of the week.

Perhaps it’s time to send Mom Eat and Dad Eat their very first invitation.

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