My in-laws came over for dinner last week. The table was full of food, the kids were happy, the conversation flowed. Silas served the salad. James put enough food on his plate for six people. After dinner I cleaned up while the boys had popsicles. They were at the dining room table with Papa, slurping on their popsicles. My mother-in-law played the piano, sending music throughout the house. As I stood at the sink washing dishes, I glanced over to the scene in the dining and family rooms. I saw smiles, heard laughter and piano music – the love was palpable. I’ve never felt so blessed.
I always think back to that night in Amsterdam, and how much fun we had. But now it takes second place in my memories.
OK, I’m getting off my shoebox now.