There were two parties on Sunday in the same house.
A small party congregated in the kitchen while the larger party headed upstairs to watch the Superbowl on the big screen.
The smaller party down in the kitchen laughed and chatted it up while our sleeves were rolled up .. .
while the larger party consumed snacks and watched the game. .
and laughed . . .and cheered.
The smaller party . . .
filled bud vases for the ladies of the larger party to take home at the end of the party.
The smaller party discussed timing of the Baron of Beef and the twice baked Potatoes. .
while the larger party discussed the timing of the game.
and broke up toblerones and chopped mars bars to melt all the while congratulating ourselves for staying on task.
in between refilling the snack baskets for the upper floor. . .
while we secretly hoped the larger party would not be overly stuffed for the dinner that would be ready when the clock ticked down to zero.In the end. . .
everyone went home happy.
The larger party felt appreciated and loved . . .
and the smaller party felt appreciated and loved.
or is there more joy in sitting at a table that has been set especially for you?
If I could have been in two places at once. . .
I surely would have been on the trail to watch the Olympic Flame come through our town.
The choice was easy . . .
I was where I love to be . .
surrounded by like minded people . .
who clearly also loved being in the kitchen.
If I learned something about serving it was from seeing her busy in her own kitchen waiting for guests to arrive.
She would have been eighty-eight today.
My beloved and I talked about her for awhile yesterday while we drank our coffee outside in the sunshine.
Fifteen years ago she passed away. . .
and I wondered aloud if anyone else would remember her birthday today. . .
and then I realize that it is enough that I do.
It would be enough for her too.
All for now. .