I've had the privilege of helping a friend get-away with her husband for the first time in years by watching her five children for a few days. It's been a while since I've changed diapers and tried to interpret 3-year-old language, but I can tell you that there was so much fun and laughter around the table I thought we were in an episode of the Waltons.
I was an only child growing up. Translation: quiet meals. I never got to say, "Raise your hand if you love Phineas and Pherb." Playing telephone around the table was not an option. I'm certain my mom never felt like a cafeteria worker. But peeking out the porch door at giant smiles and burst of laughter, I feel their joy of circled togetherness on this beautiful August day.
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