Tuesday, December 7, 2010
As soon as I walk in the door at night, my glasses immediately fog up. As I shed my jacket, scarf, gloves, and sweaters I take a deep breath - the aromas wafting towards me from the kitchen hint at the wonderful dinner waiting for me. Everyone is in the kitchen doing their part while I hover and try not to get in anyone's way. We dish out and for a few minutes there is complete silence. After a few bites, everyone recounts a little of their day. The stories vary from what happened today to what happened in Korea, India, or Italy. My stories are different but everyone patiently listens knowing this is something I must do. The restorative powers of family dinners.