Five Minute Friday is a writing event that has writers spending five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing them at http://katemotaung.com/five-minute-friday/. This week's word is Table.
This was the table at my parents' house yesterday. A spread of the foods that say holiday to us. The four of us gathered around the table and after one of my mother's beautiful prayers, we enjoyed a meal together. Me and my three favorite people on the planet.
This table probably wouldn't measure up on Pinterest. There was no fancy centerpiece made out of things you'd never imagined could be used for a centerpiece.There was nothing made with exotic ingredients. The cranberry sauce came straight from the can. But there was the most important thing around that table - love. Pure, unconditional love. The love that I haven't earned, the love I don't deserve. It was at that table that I felt truly, absolutely myself.
We sat around this table until we couldn't move from that table. Every serving piece went around the table twice. We wanted to take in as much of the spread as we could. To stay around that table to savor the moments together.
It doesn't go unappreciated that I am so very lucky to have been around that table with my parents. At 53, I am one of the few people I know that still have both my parents. As I attended a funeral for a friend's sister this week, I thanked God again and again for the chance to be a whole family for yet another holiday. To gather around this table in my childhood home. To feel that pure, unconditional love yet again. It was a day that will live in my memory.