My family.
Rarely do we plan any little impromptu suppers or visits unless they revolve around an occasion or a visit from my mom. But last night, we did.
A small pot luck supper for my family of four.
It was a wonderful and 'healing' time. We talked little, of things that matter until the evening wound to a close.
Words spoken, that I heard for the first time only 3 days ago. The same words were reiterated last night, with a little less anguish.
Other words are being spoken for the first time. Words of appreciation for our little family.
Our 'party of four' ...
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