My wife placed an afternoon’s worth of cooking on the kitchen table, and with the uneven rhythm of popcorn escaping from an over filled fist, all six of the children began falling into their seats. Teasing, laughter, and delicious smells tumbled around the room. I grinned at my third born, who was standing beside me.
“Do you know what this is?” I asked her, indicating the glorious and raucous domesticity.
“It’s God making a pass at us.” she grinned back
She was right. (more…)
