Sitting Around

I spent some time yesterday eating with a friend. I remember the smiles that we shared and the conversation that we enjoyed. I remembered how we both ate too much and walked as if we were carrying lead in the pits of our stomachs - so much of the day yet to fill and I've the feeling of lethargy and tiredness. It was a good memory. It was a moment that makes me enjoy life. I've always considered the dinner table an intimate space; a place where you can look into the eyes of your friends, feel their souls, listen to their words and know their hearts. I love the fact that my dining table is round, that way I can see everyone's faces. I love the fact that it is round to show that there isn't one seat that has more importance over the other. I like that it's round because it makes us all equal. I like it even more when I have my friends sitting around my round table eating mounds of food sure to make us round so that, when the day nears that we may no longer be around we'll think of the times we sat around the round table trading stories, tales of mischief, heartaches, and our hearts rewards that cement our legacies, our impact on each other's lives before we're in the ground. My life is a gift and everyday I breath I thank God for it.