|bon appétit: lunch with the rents|
Mom sipped her “ice” tea and Dad went on and on about how things are so much different than they were then. I listened to them, sure. But it has been a long time since we last sat at a table together. So I drifted.... I remembered playing with my dolls and building towns in the dirt outside. I remembered decorating the grove of trees with mardi gras beads and claiming it as my own as they worked around the house. Mom always put a jar of sun tea out on Sundays when it was sunny. Dad worked on the backyard garden and his boat/canoe. Hmmm, those were some easy like Sunday mornings.