dinner with them

Some Thursday nights, I get to have dinner with Paul and Debby.  Some Thursday nights I cook, sometimes he does.  She usually does not, but this Thursday, she, in her ridiculously adorable apron
Cook
 made us a very yummy dinner.
At the table
And although I love the food that we eat together on Thursdays, it's not why I love the dinner.  I love the conversation more.  I love being in the presence of these two people.   I love hearing about all of their history and watching their present unfold.
I love when he walks in the room and grins slightly like this.
Grins
I love whatever quip comes accompanies the slight grin.
I love her hands that are never still.
Hands
I love her laugh.  She sits in the chair opposite of their awesome bay window and the way the light falls on her smiling face is magic sometimes.  I wish I had a picture of that, but she strictly forbid it, so it is my memory to keep, her smiling face lit up by the setting sun. 

Most of my Thursday night memories are mine to keep- Stories I've heard and told.  Questions I've asked, and some I have answered.  
Vino
These Thursday nights are packed full of love and life, given and received. 
And I'm grateful for that most of all.

“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” -Melody Beattie

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