"Home sweet home" for me is around our kitchen table. Everybody back from their own lives, reuniting at the end of the day around this beat-up rectangle, the heart of my home.
A nurturing, sharing, uncomplicated ritual. We eat. We talk. We laugh. We are filled. We remember who we are. We bow our heads. We give thanks to be together again. We break bread. A kind of sacrament to remember the covenant we have with each other.
[We didn't leave Olivia out of the frame on purpose...our late dinner just didn't fit into her social schedule.]