So every Friday night we gather for dinner – grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. The 20 of us fill the house with conversation and laughter. We hardly notice the sun has set as we spend hours in each other’s company. Grammee fills the table with her love, Papa smiles from the head of the table. During these Friday nights I learn I cannot control someone else’s happiness. During these Friday nights I learn to set boundaries and choose what I want to participate in. During these Friday nights I learned my experience is a reflection of my own perspective.
I often feel like a rare bird amidst my family, but I remember it’s our differences that make this life journey interesting. For more than 20 years, we have gathered together at our Friday night table and I embrace the loving qualities that keep us coming back week after week.