Breaking Bread

Since it’s my general opinion that we should be thankful for our mothers every day (and because we didn’t feel like fighting the crowd tomorrow), the boys and I took their mother out to lunch today. We went to Char and spent more for lunch than I’d normally spend on a suit.  But like I said, it was for a great cause. And the food was delicious.

I had a spinach salad with grilled chicken.  My wife and middle son had chicken-fried steak.  My oldest had a cheese and bacon burger. My youngest refused to eat. (but drank milk and had ice cream). We started with an order of fried crab claws.  Good stuff.

It’s always good to break bread as a family. That’s when you can slow down for a minute, breathe and actually carry on a conversation.  Meals should be sacred. No phones (I’m guilty here), GameBoys or other electronic distractions. Instead there should be laughter and shared hopes and dreams.  And there should be good food.  Food is the glue that holds the whole experience together.

Today we had very good food. And an even better time.

At one point, I gestured to our boys (my four-year-old’s feet were in the air and my two older boys were bickering) and said, “See what you’ve done?”  My wife looked at me and said, “I should be careful what I wish for.”

We laughed and then ordered dessert.