This is a post of confessions.
Confession number 1: We eat most meals leaning over our coffee table from the couch. This is despite the fact that we own a dining room table.
Confession number 2: Moving Wednesday dinners to a real table and sitting in chairs just started in January. Calling it a tradition is a bit of a stretch.
Confession number 3: I excuse the above confessions because our kitchen lives in the basement and our dining room is carpeted.
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way…
My parents recently gifted me a copy of Dinner: A Love Story. Already a follower of Jenny’s blog, I fell right in step with the cookbook’s tale of relationships built cooking and consuming dinner. What a concept! I could also relate to the challenges of making it happen.
With a new baby at home and the plan to return to work in a few weeks, a proper dinner seemed all the more overwhelming. It occurred to me, however, that this is exactly the right time to start such a tradition. As our family changes and grows, quality time around the table will only matter more and more.
Inspired, we picked a day smack-dab in the middle of the week and promised ourselves to spend the evening like real adults. It’s been nice. When something about the experience is shareable, I’ll post it here.
*In the meantime, I’d like to know: what little traditions make life more meaningful for your family?
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