Chicken fajitas made by sister and mom. Two pans because we don’t have one big enough to fit food for everyone. Dinner in shifts because the table only fits 6. Conversations dominated by whoever can talk the loudest, has the most controversial or dramatic story. Those that have labored the day mentally veg out.
This is family. Love it, hate it. Can’t change a thing. I wonder which ones will wake up and see what I see. Maybe they never will. We all have our good/bad elements. Take it for what it is. It could always be worse.
Lovely earrings from dad as well as the cake I requested specially made. This is family. Warms my heart.
I am grateful in ways I wasn’t ever before.
