Counting on Family

I knew the weekend was coming to a close when the sun came streaming through the patio door.  After two days of gray, damp weather the sun had returned - just in time for the work week.

I thought back to all of the Sunday evenings when the sun shone through the dining room windows of our last home.

Sundays were always "fancy" dinners with the good silver and china.  The sun warmed the whole room, making the silver sparkle and highlighting the floral patterns on the serving dishes.

Flowered wallpaper beneath the chair rail complemented the china on the table and sideboard; enhancing the sense of formality.

Not that we dressed formally.  Jeans and t-shirts were standard attire. The feeling of unity, the knowledge that there was a period in each week set aside just for family, was what counted.