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Dinner for Four

A rare sight these days is that of the four members of my family sitting at the dinner table together, at the same time, eating the same food.

Such an event happened last night, and I almost cried as I saw it unfolding.

I am not very good at planning dinner.

Oh, I sometimes remember to pull meat from the freezer, but actually getting it cooked, with starches and veggies is like a Halley’s Comet sighting.

Bad, I know, but true.

So yesterday, I actually had the foresight of:

1) Buying the meat ahead of time
2) Keeping it in the fridge the night before in preparation for dinner.
3) Researching recipes the night before.
4) Putting everything in the crockpot early enough to get stuff cooked.
5) Watching items on the stove so nothing burned and everything got done at the same time.
6) Setting the table, all by my lonesome self, and even filling glasses with ice.

Now, when we eat dinner together, someone usually winds up getting mad, for whatever reason.

Sometimes, because I’m not that great of a cook, something will be said about dinner, and I, wearing my feelings on my sleeve (guess I am a feeler after all – see Random Dozen post from this week), I either get upset or mad.

But all of the planets must have aligned, because everyone was…

Hold your breath now…

HAPPY.

There.  I said it.

And, the kids actually…

Hold your breath now…

Started telling us about their day…

Without being prompted.

I KNOW!!!

I could hardly believe it, but I dared not draw attention to this mini-miracle in fear that it would dissipate as quickly as my paycheck every other Friday!

I dare say that our conversation resembled…

Hold on to your hats…

Adult conversation.

I KNOW!!!!

And you know the kind of sad thing?

This happened just a few months before the Party of Four turns into a Party of Three, when Chicky leaves for college.

It’s yet another memory I’ll tuck away.  What might seem like an ordinary evening for some truly became a special moment for me.