sometimes inside and sometimes outside.
sometimes with friends and sometimes just us.
sometimes grilled cheese and sometimes grilled salmon.
always candle light and always great music.
we eat dinner together most every night.
my grandmother, gertrude christina britt, painted the paintings above with toothpicks, or so the legend goes. the photo and map below remind us who we are and where we are from. we sit here most every night and play "high/low". everyone takes a turn talking about their highest and lowest moments of the day. it's always hard for me to think of a higher moment of the day than when my people sit and talk and listen and laugh and eat at this table. these are the moments they will remember forever. these are the moments that matter. and they don't just happen. we have to fight for them. we have to fight the status quo that tells us that late meetings, soccer practice, drum lessons, book club, homework, or watching tv matter more.
nobody breathing their last breath ever whispered "i wish i spent more time in meetings..."
so start somewhere. one night a week is better than no nights a week.
takeout will do just fine. it's not about the food. it's about the people.
turn the lights down low and light a candle.
turn the tv off and play some avett brothers or whatever.
all together now...