My heart could just explode when we are all around the table enjoying a meal. The laughs, the food, the stories are all just the best.
It has been a while since the nine of us have been together around the table. My son reminded me of that just a few weeks ago, so over a recent weekend I decided to feed them and have some family sit down time.
My table only seats six so we squeeze in two booster seats and took turns holding the baby. We are packed like little sardines, but I call it an “intimate setting.”
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