the only words i could get out of my mouth were "me too." i always wondered what it would be like to bring someone home to meet my parents, but i could never actually imagine it. i guess because i never thought it would happen. partly because i never thought i'd meet someone worth bringing home. and partly because i never thought i'd have the guts.
but here we are. day two is almost over. and it couldn't be going better.
we've eaten dinner together as a family (at the dining room table!) for the past two nights. other than special occasions, we didn't really eat together very much while i was growing up. dinner was a grab-and-go sort of thing, and i got really good at eating on the couch (not very gentlemanly, i'm afraid). of course, to our defense, it's hard getting a family together when everyone is all over the place. dad worked third shift for a while, so he was usually asleep when dinner was served. i always had some after school activity that ran late and then had hours of homework to get through. arick played every sport imaginable, which meant he was always practicing somewhere. and mom spent a while working a part time job on top of her normal 9 to 5. so we didn't get a lot of dinner time action together. and then i left for college, and it was all down hill from there.
i don't think i've ever really understood, or grasped, the importance of the dinner table until now. it was never really part of my childhood. only something we did when we had to. which has unfortunately transferred into my adulthood. couch dining seems to be my specialty. but there's something so important about taking time out of a busy day to spend with loved ones. there's something so civil in turning off the television and leaving cell phones in the other room and just paying attention to the people at the table.
i always forget how incredible my parents are. with all the miles between us, i tend to forget how wise my father is. how he can just talk for hours about anything and everything. i forget how full of life my mother is. how she just attacks a conversation full speed ahead with so much force and energy. my parents are unapologetically themselves. so comfortable in their skin. and i admire that about them.
the gentleman i want to become is unapologetically himself. he is totally comfortable in his skin and he attacks life with vigor and excitement.
and he should try, at all times, to eat dinner at a table. preferably surrounded by wonderful company.
i always forget how incredible my parents are. with all the miles between us, i tend to forget how wise my father is. how he can just talk for hours about anything and everything. i forget how full of life my mother is. how she just attacks a conversation full speed ahead with so much force and energy. my parents are unapologetically themselves. so comfortable in their skin. and i admire that about them.
the gentleman i want to become is unapologetically himself. he is totally comfortable in his skin and he attacks life with vigor and excitement.
and he should try, at all times, to eat dinner at a table. preferably surrounded by wonderful company.
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