Better than the food was the company. I have an immediate family that actually enjoys spending time together. I sat between Chris and Daddy and their football talk. We were jokingly teasing Mother for ordering a glass of wine. You have to understand, we're all what I like to call "recovering southern baptists" and southern baptists do. not. drink. Daniel (all 6 foot, 260 pounds of him) was trying to eat whatever was on Kaylen's plate. We were strategizing where we would eat when we take our trip to Gatlinburg in a couple of weeks. Chris tried a new beer and explained to everyone that it's a good thing that it's foggy. Kaylen and I were swaying and bobbing our heads awkwardly to the jazzy music. Dad grabbed another spoonful of my entree and said "I don't know why I only eat crab dip when I'm with you" and smiled at me.
I looked around the table and tried really hard not to let my eyes well up because I'm so completely happy. Then I think to myself surely it can't always be this way. No one is this lucky. There's got to be something around the corner to smash this happy bubble I'm in because things just can't be this good for one person. Then I just stop and pray silently, please God, let things be this way always. Don't ever take this away from me.