Never underestimate the power of time spent with someone you love.
Tonight JP is gone. He teaches every Tuesday night at Biola University, which means the girls and I are on our own for dinner. We ate our usual Tuesday fare – something really, really easy – most often a leftover of some sort from the night before. But just because a meal is quick doesn’t mean the conversation has to be. Kylie and I sat at our kitchen island (who needs the table when dad’s not home?) from 6:00 until 8:20, talking and laughing. Ashton came home from the gym around 7:15 and joined us. We talked about stupid stuff (like if they should get gel on their nails) and important stuff like Kylie’s new job and how much she loves it. We laughed. We shared. We revealed private thoughts you only share with family.
Hands down, those were the best hours of my day.
Of course, it’s not always like this. Sometimes dinners are rushed. Sometimes the girls have their own agendas and social plans. But every once in awhile, when family lingers, something sweet, and yes, even holy occurs. Loved ones connect. They laugh. They share. They linger in the place they call home.
And it is good.
No, it is great.
