So much of my life here has happened around the table. I know it's very "shauna neiquist" but it is the absolute truth.

It started with Sunday Family dinners with my two best friends for college, it morphed into meal groups and creative teams and tea with rita, and then gelato with the kindalls over hard stuff but still the room was filled so with so much laughter.

It's still so strange to me how the air can be dripping with such pain and sorrow and so much laughter and love at the same time.  Its one of life's biggest mysteries.

And then, the table here. Life happens here. Roots are planted and freedom is found because the air of honesty smells, and feels, and looks different.

like spring time. Like rainwater drip drying in warm sunshine. like green grass poking through the melting now.

like anything is possible. like the first page of a book. like the blank page in a journal.

unwritten. possibilities endless.

tonight on the way home, i bought gelato. I don't love ice cream, but i was feeling horribly nostalgic and missing people and i just bought some. I remember what good memories gelato brings me....what good times i keep tucked away and i pull out and dust off when things get stressful and i get sad.

gelato. kitchen table. the gilmore girls. comfort that feels like home.