Have you ever watched an episode of the Gilmore Girls?
Or a season?
Or the entire seven seasons over and over and over again?
Me, too. 🙂
If you haven’t, it’s the story about a mom and a daughter and a cast of the most random characters on the planet and a town you’d want to live in forever and never leave. The mother was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and runs away from home and kind of disowns her parents in a way. And then? Through a random series of events, she reconnects with them and as part of trying to reestablish the relationship, her mother decides she’s hosting Friday night dinners. It’s a way for the family to connect. Once a week on Friday night, the grandparents and the daughter and the mother all get together and sit down for a meal.
Now I need to state from the outset:
I’m no Emily Gilmore.
I like my dinners fun.
There are no servants with white lace aprons or staff that prepares the meal or nine-piece place settings or giant floral arrangements by the front door around here.
But I thought the idea was brilliant.
(Emily, if you are reading this, I see you nodding your head).
And so I established Sunday night dinners.
Once a week, I invite 21 people over to my house for dinner.
Whoever can be there. Whoever can make it.
Our table is open.
It’s nothing fancy.
I took a lot of suggestions from the comments in this post and make super easy stuff.
Like a baked potato bar.
Or make your own tacos.
Super simple. Super a lot of food. Super fill your plate up and go back for more.
I wouldn’t trade those Sunday night dinners for anything.
I wish you could see this kitchen full to the brim. People gathering around the island and spilling out into the family room and running up and down the stairs and making the floors creak and the doors bang.
All the littles.
All the cousins.
All the aunts and uncles and grandparents and sisters and brothers and nieces and nephews.
We sit and talk and laugh and catch up on the week that is to come.
Someone is trying out for cheer.
Someone has a band concert.
Someone has a test or a pirate play or a drill team performance or a pre-school open house.
If I squint, I can almost see all the dinners and celebrations and parties that have gone before.
It’s the same cast of characters.
Just a little older and a little wiser bringing up another generation in the house.
Handwaving and smiling and storytelling and talking and giggling and sharing and growing together.
When I hear those creaking floors.
I think the house is laughing with us. 🙂
PS I’m not sure what Emily Gilmore would have to say about this.
I just found it in a centerpiece in the living room. 🙂
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