Every night when we sit down to supper (loving prepared by Daddy), we hold hands, take two breaths and say, “Bless us. Thank you. Amen.” (CJ kind of looks around at us now that she’s sitting at the table too.) It covers the bases for now without going into too much detail, it’s our opening ritual for Flamly Supper, and is often the most (only?) sane moment of the day.
On the other hand, skipping it a night when your toddler is on sleepover at his cousin’s has its benefits. I am at my favorite coffee shop, having enjoyed an angelic visit from a true and wonderful friend, and a barista-guy walked over and said, “HELLO WORLD! Does anybody want a small hot chocolate? I made one by mistake.” (Pause.) 7 of us in this section look at him. “OK I’ll put it right…”
“I’D LOVE IT,” I state. Just like that.
I can hardly believe my luck. It’s delicious.
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Recently, during this period when my world seems to be falling apart, I became deliriously happy because a spot I’d thought was permanent came out of the rug when I washed it. Sometimes just one tiny sign that it’s not the ENTIRE WORLD that’s against you makes you feel like stripping off your clothes and dancing naked around the bonfire in the moonlight.
dearest niecey, nephewy, and gniece and gnephew,
Rocket day was a riot and brought back memories of doing the exact thing for my sons and gsons.I will txt Jeff Forrest to watch it since he loved it so much. And not to bring a visual to your mind that you can’t erase, but dancing naked around a bonfire has remained one of my faves my whole life! Love you all, aunt kaye