Thank you Two Writing Teachers for creating this space for me to share my corner of the world.
Although my daughter still lives at home, my husband and I have slowly adapted to a quieter house, lower food bills, and less laundry. But it is still difficult to see one less plate at the dining room table.
Our dining room table has been our gathering place. We have laughed and cried. We have rolled out cookies and played board games. We have carved pumpkins and completed homework. We have written research papers and filled out job applications. But nothing gave my husband and I more joy than sitting down and eating a meal together.
Life happened at our dining room table.
Our dining room table has changed. I have moved to my son's spot, and books and papers are stacked at mine. My husband and I eat meals together, just the two of us. Now, I grade papers by myself instead of helping the kids with homework. The baked cookies are now half-batches because they go stale before we can eat them all.
Yes, the dining room table has changed.
Recently, Ethan came home for a Sunday afternoon visit, (and if the truth be told, a home-cooked meal!) As we all sat down to eat, we shared stories and laughs, just like we always have.
My husband looked at me and said, "The table is full, Momma!"
Yes, it was.
Life still happens at our dining room table.