Sunday, April 15, 2012

Generations...

Each Sunday, almost without exception, our Kids--Erin, Joseph, Matthew and Miranda along with of course our grandsons Braden and Kellen, gather with Laura and me for lunch.

In days-gone-by we might have gathered at the house with a "Sunday Dinner" menu.  But that's all changed--not better, not worse--just different.  So we gather at places named Culver's, Panera, La Esperanza, Wendy's, Arby's...where the meal isn't the focus; rather, we focus on each other.

The table-talk is substantive, stimulating, challenging and intelligent.  It's the fruit of all those meals, taken together, evening after evening--lovingly prepared by Laura--when our kids were at home and life was making up its mind...and we talked to each other about school, politics, history, culture and anything else they had on their minds; we offered what wisdom we could, and periodically, prayed together.

We don't agree on everything and that's part of what makes it so stimulating.  Our Kids have grown up well; they're confident, articulate and courageous...and each Sunday I leave the place feeling loved and affirmed. They are doing their part as a new generation of people shaping the world they've inherited; making us proud.
It's been another good day.