Now, I can't really say that I wish I had known how important dinner was, but the truth is, I always knew. Dinner was very important growing up. Dinner was a time to vent, a time to tease, a time to interrogate, and a time to initiate. I think both my husband and my brother-in-law could attest to that last point. if you can't survive Sunday dinner that could last 2 - 3 hours and be an endless loop of stories about Scotland........you aren't going to make it!
So, my point, doesn't really matter what dinner is.......
- A bunch of appetizers around the kitchen counter ('Mermaids' style, thank you, Cher)
- A platter of wings and tiny bruschettas on the coffee table while watching some Skins football
- An 'interesting' dinner of Pinterest successes and fails where everyone smiles at mom and thanks her for trying..
- or even a no-hold-barred Sunday night turkey dinner with all the fixin's
Or who shows up at the table....
Bring them in, open up, and build some love!!
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