We sat around the dining room table and laughed and shared stories and feasted on what makes life so rich and rewarding. The love that connects us, binds us, holds us safe no matter the times.
And through it all, my mother sat in the place of honour at the head of the table, a table she created throughout her life through her devotion and commitment to her family, soaking up the joy of sharing her special day with those who love her and whom she loves so dearly.
On Friday evening, my two sisters came over and we sat in the studio and laughed and had a glass of wine and nibblies and cut out butterflies and birds for the table decorations. When they left, I hung the lights and draped fabric and set the table so that everything would be ready for the next day.
And then, the celebrations began.