Years ago when it was just D and me at home, we ate many a dinner sitting on the couch in the living room. Sometimes the T.V. was on, sometimes not. A dinner around the kitchen or dining room table was unusual and felt weird somehow. Once the kids came along, we ate our meals at the table. In fact, eating anything while sitting on the couch was discouraged but done anyway. No wonder we had to replace our sectional sofa last year; spills of milk, sticky juices and soda mixed with remnants of snack food destroyed the fabric after years of the kids sneaking food and drink on to the furniture while watching television or doing homework (homework? huh?).
Life has come full circle.. As empty nesters, he and I are once again migrating on to the family room furniture to eat meals; not all but more and more all the time. We are going back in time. And, we don't spill!
I'm loving it.