Sometimes everything falls into place. And nothing gets broken.
Today, Kinley , Isaac, and I arrived home from church first. We opened the door to the powerfully soothing aroma of Sunday dinner.
Roast. Potatoes, Carrots. Green Beans and Hot rolls.
There was even apple pie for desert.
Somebody say Hallelujah!
Kinley, Isaac and I all began to work in the kitchen. Five year old Isaac, bravely donned a Santa apron and dove into the dishes. His diligent work cleansed every soiled pot and pan before dinner ever began.
Somebody say Hallelujah again!
Kinley set the table, shaped hot rolls, directed Isaac, and shared her thoughts on Dad’s sermon. All the while Isaac reminded us that he is, in fact, “big now” and “so helpful, Huh Mom?!?!”
When Jeff, Alex and Silas arrived after chauffeuring friends home from church…Isaac had completed the dishes and was happy to announce to his siblings that “Mom REALLY DOES love me the best! She said so!”
(Hey—he did the dishes, folks. Favoritism has no bounds when one tackles the piles of dishes for me!)
He also informed his brothers, that, in fact “Washing dishes is the BEST THING you can do for the woman in your life!” (start ‘em young!)
We all sat down to a lovely meal. No one spilled their iced tea. No one punched their brother in the face. And we managed to speak one person at a time for an all time record of five minutes.
I took a picture of the moment.
The precious faces. The soothing fragrance of comfort food. Memories of countless Sunday dinners before.
I am thankful for this.
There were two empty spots at the end of our table…
And a high chair…
We are ready.