For many years I made dinner every night. I think I have discussed this before. But dinner on the table, together with the family, was always important to me. Sometimes it may be a full blown cooked for hours meal. Other times it might be tomato soup and peanut butter sandwiches (lots of them). It wasn’t what we ate, it was that we were together. Every single day. The meal brought us together to talk about the day. Surely there were meals that were better than others. Certainly there were unhappy moments at the dinner table. Funnily I don’t remember anything bad about the meals. I really don’t. What I remember is making dinner with, for, my children a priority every single day. The time spent, sometimes rushed, most times not, is banked time. Memory banked.
Tonight we opened a new account in our memory banks.
Nessie and Jonathan prepared dinner, set their own table, and we had our first full family dinner at their first own place.
I’m looking forward to many years of doing this. Dinner on the table. With family. Because it’s important.