In 2000 Jayson and I traveled to Armenia. On our way there we had a short layover in Amsterdam. We met up with a friend of mine who took us
out to dinner. I was busy chatting and
catching up with him and didn’t realize how much time was passing until Jayson
gently nudged me and whispered, “When are we going to order?” So I asked my friend if we could order and he
flagged down the waitress. He told us
that the servers there leave you alone; when you’re ready to order, you have to
call them over. They don’t rush you in
and out – they leave you alone to enjoy your time and conversation. The meal is secondary. We probably spent four hours there talking,
eating and laughing. I don’t remember
what we ate, but it was one of the best meals of my life, because it was
quality time spent with good friends.
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.
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