At the dinner table last night at my daughter's home, with a wildly diverse bunch of people, including a macho sheriff, I ate what maybe the biggest meal in my life. A heaping plate and then a second heaping plate. That's not usual for me. I'd fasted the day before and maybe that explains it. But I've gotta admit that the second plateful was as good as the first.
Two of my three children were the red. So good simply to enjoy them. And my grandson, now almost eleven, who holds a very big warm place in my life. How could I not be thankful, basking in the warmth of a peaceful family.