Family Dinner
Fried chicken
Collard greens
Cheese grits
Candied sweet potatoes
Father >>
Daughter > Fiance, 9 yr old son, 15 yr old soontobe daughter, 14 yr old soontobe daughter
Daughter > Partner, 12 yr old daughter, 9 yr old daughter, 7 yr old son > Kids’ dad
Daughter > 5 yr old son
Two dogs (trapped in bedrooms), One dog (free to roam the house), Two cats (trapped in basement), One tortoise (happy on the buffet), One guinea pig (cuddled and hand-fed salad), Seven hermit crabs (quickly fed and then ignored out of respect for the crabaphobe)
Laughter, squealing, Iloveyou across the room.
Paper plates, rooster salt and pepper and shakers.
Hugs, song lyrics, wooden spoons brandished and a decided lack of aprons and hot pad holders.
Cubist turtle picture drawn in one quiet corner of the house.
Lego worlds built and disassembled.
A rare 60 minutes stolen on the Nintendo 64 while dinner cooks downstairs.
We’ve repeated this scene with minor variations at least 5 times in the last two weeks. We are lucky. We are blessed.
We are family.
