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Fifteen Days of Thanks - Day 6

Today I am thankful for family dinners.

Delicious food shared over great conversation and familiar laughter.  The stories told and retold.  Saying yes to second helpings. Glasses of wine. The togetherness that comes not often enough. The way you can't tell it's been weeks.  Ordering exactly what she wants just so that you can share. Remembering the people who are no longer here to join us. Feeling as if they are.

It's the people that know you longest that make the flavor of the food run deep.

Family dinners are one thing I cannot live without.

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