"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break." -Chinese Proverb


I remember

Growing up, I remember weekends spent with family.....aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins....There was always a kids table.......the men would sit together and the women would sit closest to the kitchen to serve the food......after dinner, the kids were the only ones to leave the table.  I remember the loud laughter, shouting, yelling, pounding the table for emphasis and talking coming from the table.  I remember stopping playing to watch the grown ups.  I was fascinated by them.  They had so much fun, teasing each other, joking, talking about the past, talking politics, gossiping......I was in awe.....it was one of my favourite things to do......just to watch them.  The energy that came from the kitchen livened the whole house......and there was always a glow from the light.......This bantering would continue for hours.....until all the little kids had fallen a sleep, the teenagers had gone out and us middle aged kids were plopped in front of the TV, exhausted from playing with our cousins.  It's one of  my favourite memories from my childhood and it happened almost every weekend.  Sometimes twice in one weekend!
My sister is up for a visit....which means I have been spending a lot of time with my siblings and their spouses plus my dad, while my boys play with their cousins.  Saturday evening, we were at my dads for dinner, there were 8 adults and 8 kids.  We were in the dining room/kitchen, talking about the stupid things we did to each other as kids, shocking my dad with some of stories, making fun of each other and just laughing over the shouts of protest of incorrect memories......At one point in the evening, I looked at the french doors and noticed Adrien just watching us, with the same expression I think I may have had as a kid while I watched the grown ups.....and I know he too will remember the grown ups in the kitchen.....making noise, having a good time and I hope, in his adulthood, he has the opportunity to do the same.  It is one of my wishes for him

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