Sunday dinner on the deck under the parachute sail; air feels like the sticky-warm-whisper of a summer lover; the light is lasting and quiet. Before joining them to eat – I look at each of their amazing faces – my stunning, laughing, salt and pepper passing, bright-eyed and healthy kids. Never mind the food. This is what nourishes my soul.
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