Dinner

We never used to eat at the table.

Maybe once or twice on a very special anniversary night.

Even when we had people over...

you would probably find us - guests and all - on the living room floor.

Most nights we ate while we watched TV.

Jeopardy was our go-to show.

Eating dinner at the table was always something we wanted to do...

but just never did.

Our dining room table saw more laundry, mail, quilt pieces, wrapping paper...

than it ever saw plates and food.

That was before.
Before the monster.

When Eva started eating in her high chair we started eating with her...
at the table.

At first it was just dinner.

Slowly, it has became every meal, every day.

I even started setting the table.

It feels nice to have the table set...

makes it feel special.

Really special...
 so long as you ignore today's mail and the diaper bag.

They still call the dining table home...

just pushed to the far end.