Mom decided to set out the china that Dad brought her back from Vietnam thirty-eight years ago.
The kids, dressed in seasonal garb, helped tie the ribbons around the napkins.
The hardworking hostess, and Cornflower.
Our genial host.
"Peace and Mercy and Jonathan,
and Patience (very small)..."
"The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rockbound coast..."
"We thank Thee, Father, for the care
That did not come to try us..."
The table set for dessert.
The joy of the day distilled into one beautiful cup.
Every host and hostess enjoys seeing a clean kitchen at the end of a feast.
2 comments:
Hey, whaddyaknow! We read those same poems during our lunch!
hehe.
:-)
Well, I wonder where we got the idea?
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Hee hee.
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