It is Sunday-night and eight friends from various aspects of my life ring my doorbell, covered dish in hand. Instead of spreading out in the living room on couches and chairs, we squeeze around my little table that’s only really intended for four. The coziness that decision makes paves the way for a warm, more connected dinner conversation. We all feel the connection and the warmth carries into the week. Although it was “only” eight, I believe it was my largest party post pandemic. Feels like a reclaiming of sorts.
my heart–
as full as
my table
