Like most Americans, we have a lot of "stuff" in our house. When I go to the basement, there is stuff. When I look in the attic there is stuff. The shed...stuff. One time we had a big yard sale and we sold our stuff. After selling our stuff we went out and bought more stuff.
I would like to be clear about exactly what I mean when I say stuff. The Urban Dictionary defines stuff as "when a girl puts tissue paper in her bra so as to make her boobs look bigger..." that is not what I am talking about. My friends at Dictionary.com list stuff as "worthless things or matter..." now that is what I am talking about. Things we just accumulate over time. Things that if you got rid of them probably would not impact your daily life.
Of all the 'things' or 'stuff' that the Kirby Klan has accumulated over the years, there is one item that I would not trade or get rid of for anything. It is a piece of furniture that is used everyday and that our family could not do without. The kitchen table.
Over the years, our family has gathered around the table for meals. We have always made it a point for our family to eat dinner together. Even though our girls are grown and gone; our teenage boys join us for dinner each night. Most often than not, their girl friends join us as well.
At the table, we not only eat together but we ask God's blessing upon our food and family. We share the events of our day, we laugh, and to be honest, the meal usually ends with a shooting contest to see who can ball up their napkin and throw it in someone's drinking glass first. My wife and I think that gathering the family together at least once a day is important. We choose to do that over dinner.
Beyond the dinner aspect, the kitchen table was where each of our children ate their first meals and had the opportunity to 'dig into" their first birthday cake. It is where we worked on Science Projects, studied for tests and attempted to help each other with homework. It is where we sat and talked after a tough day. It's where we sat and talked about the future and where we told our children stories about how it was when we were growing up. It is where games were played and memories were made. It is the treasure chest of a million memories.
Of all the stuff that I have; I think I am most thankful for our kitchen table...and, well, my batmobile.
Be Well.
Bill
