Full

Filled up.

Full of hope. Of family. Of food.

Sometimes life sneaks up on a gal and is perfect, if but for a fleeting moment.

The college age son popped in for the weekend, and I cooked like a crazy woman.

The married kids surprised us with their presence, too.

Extended family shared our table.

Hubby beamed at me from above his plate, decorated with splashed of color. Carrot orange. tomato red. Green bean . . . green, of course.

Multiple conversations going on around us, we have our own private talk with only our eyes.

He feels it, too. The joy of so many crowded in the kitchen. The wonder of good food. The way an ordinary day can become extraordinary.

And we are grateful.

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