Setting at the Kitchen Table

For the second morning in a row, I woke up at 4:30, walked into the kitchen only to realize I had nothing to do. I didn't need to cook meals for Vic. Setting at the kitchen table I suddenly found myself smiling. I really like kitchen tables. Not just mine but every kitchen table I have sat at.

I remember eating great meals around them. I remember Vic devouring (yes, devouring) Colorado peaches. I remember all the great people over the years who have spent time at our kitchen table and all the laughter. I remember Cliff setting there after cooking breakfast showing me how to put pictures on my blog. I also remember Cliff's kitchen table. They have a living room, but I can see that kitchen table where we have spent hours and hours eating great meals and telling stories.

I remembered other friend's kitchen tables where stories have been told, pictures have been shown, memories have been made, and trips have been planned. What a great piece of furniture for building, creating, and maintaining friendships. As well as building great memories.

But, they are hard to sleep on - I am going back to bed.