After a bit of cajoling and boundary making, we managed, all six of us, to sit down to table this evening.
I can't tell you what a relief it is to me to have all the kids sitting around the table with me.
Even though the weekend is ahead and we are all going separate directions, everything felt better with chattering kids sitting around the table with me.
Tomorrow is baking day, so we may eat nothing more than sliced bread with butter, but today I pulled a chicken out of the freezer, one we brought from the farm. I sliced up some sweet potatoes, grown by my dear dad, and opened a jar of canned green beans from friends in Virginia. I can remember the windy September day I canned them, just before coming on a getaway trip to Texas with my mom and sister last year.
Maybe there is no better comfort food than a roast chicken, served with homegrown veggies on the side along with some good bread.
All my problems are not solved, I still miss my friends and wonder when the farm will sell. But things don't feel quite so bleak after some sweet family time.
I am thinking that if all families made a point to sit down at the table on a regular basis, roast chicken or stir fried tofu or macaroni and cheese, we might be a few steps closer to world peace.
Thank you, God, for supper. (And most of all, for my kids.)