For what I think has been the last 8-10 weeks, my friends and I always seem to gather for dinner at my house on Tuesday nights. Some different friends come and go every week, but the usuals are always here. It started out as random chance, and has developed into an every week thing. And I freaking love every single minute of it.
I love that the simple aspect of people gathering around food can be so wonderful. Our children play together and have grown to be close, and we have all grown closer as well--even the newer, or not as often members of the club. We laugh, we share fears, we toast to another day of surviving life. It feeds more than our bellies; it feeds our souls too.
Sometimes I forget that there are people in the universe that do not have this. They have the same "stuff of life" happen, but don't have a group of friends to share in that with them. It makes me ever-more grateful for these wonderful friendships, and wonderful meals, and wonderful support.
Here's to you, Tuesday peeps! Pass the salt and pepper.