If I could photograph happiness, I would have done that tonight.
My favourite place to dine is at my son’s kitchen table with my three noisy boisterous grandsons gathered round. Pizza for supper, beyond delicious as usual, and just the best company ever. I so wanted to pull out my phone, to capture the joy, but no one else had a phone at the table and I knew that if I pulled out mine, the moment would be gone. So I sat there, with my family, for almost an hour, and I revelled in the moment.
Because everything is brought to the kitchen table. All the stories, all the learning; the hopes and dreams, the arguments, the worries, the laughter, the love. (The off colour jokes they think they’re skipping past me. 😊)
I wish they’d remember these times. The bond between brothers, the bond between father and sons – it grows strong at the kitchen table. I wish they could see what I see. But it was just a moment and they’d probably forgotten it all before I pulled out of the driveway.
I’ll probably forget too, what we talked about, what we ate, how we looked. But not the feeling. It makes me smile. Always. It makes me feel like I have it all.
Happiness, love, family.
I guess I do.
Twice-Loved 