Meet me at the table.
My roommates and I shared our first "family dinner" together this week. We have been residing underneath the same roof for six weeks now, but not until this week did we all have the time and space to be able to sit down together at the table.
I don't remember what we talked about. I don't even remember what we ate. But I do remember that we worked together to prepare the meal, we laughed a lot, and we shared thoughts and ideas. I also know that I walked away from that table having put down heart-roots with this little family. And that's what the table represents for me: a place for the sharing of ourselves, a place for hard work + harvest, a place for joy. (tweet that)
The table is my happy place, so I'll meet you there.