supper night

supper night leftovers

it has been nearly 10 years since the beginning of the ritual of “supper night.” we gather for supper. no matter the mood, no matter the chaos of life, no matter the readiness, we eat together. it has morphed from basic pot luck to soup and pie to park picnics to the current arrangement of one family providing supper and the other bringing dessert.

early on when there were only two babies and life felt new and hard and so good, we visited. as they grew and more came, the visiting shifted. how many times at the end of the eve we wondered why we did this, we can’t visit, it’s so loud, it’s bedtime, the kids aren’t eating enough…

supper night dirty sink

in the early days we lingered over the sinks to wash dishes and babies…to leave the house the way it looked before. i don’t remember when we made the intentional commitment to not clean up after eating…when two babies turned to six…when school called…when we shrugged our shoulders knowing we can’t keep up anyway.

supper night dirty dishes

now the gift is being together and in the cleaning remembering that gift.

and this week, there was visiting. regular voice level visiting. one in the bathtub, two dogs in the kennel, three at a movie, and after a little face painting,

supper night painted girls

the two “babies” joining the adult circle. i want to remember this beauty.

4 thoughts on “supper night

  1. I remember KinderMusic Kasserole with y’all. How special that was. Nene, Lydia & Andy were Evan’s first friends. Poor Nene wasn’t quite sure what to think of goofy ol’ Harrison, but once she figured out Harrison was just loud and not going to eat her things were good. Remember when Jerry walked through our front door and it slammed shut – breaking into ga-zillions of little pieces? We could only laugh- how weird.

    That is absolutely wonderful that your 2 families have embraced “supper night” for ten years. Ten years later there are ten of you . . . actually, you’re just one big family. Makes me smile.



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