Throughout the year I’m filled with happy sad and all in between. School music athletics and friends make up me. But on that brisk fall day when a thick layer of crunchy brown leaves blanket the earth nothing compares to my seat at the table.
I have fun with friends I laugh till I hurt and wrestle with my dog. All these things are fun and all but nothing compares to my seat at the table.
The family has arrived the house is filled with laughter, crying toddlers, and timers telling us that the pies are ready to be taken out of the oven, but I’m still waiting for my seat at the table.
The time has come and the meal is served hot and fresh. The turkey is sliced and potatoes are scooped. Pies are cut and gravy is poured. Everyone devours their hardy banquet with grins on their faces; but me I’m just content with my seat at table.