Had my family over for dinner and as we sat around scarfing food, drinking some vino whilst sharing some laughs and I felt so wonderfully connected to them.

I've known them for over 17 years and it is amazing to share a sense of history, of times gone by, of times to look forward to and as I looked around the room, I can see how those 17 years have left their mark on all of us.

I do like the idea of growing old with people I love.

We were telling stories of the years that had gone by and we did not have to offer an explanation of what we meant for we already knew the history.

It became time for them to leave, they left *why do I insist people take food home with them?* and I set forth to the kitchen as dishes needed to be done.

Never mind I had spent 2 hours cooking.

Never mind I had spent 3 hours entertaining.

I instinctively know that I must help my darling husband with the mofo dishes piled high to the ceiling for if I don't, he will blow a gasket.

As I was washing the dishes and he drying them, I mentioned this point to which he replied, 'It's a mental thing Ma.'

'I know it is Da. I know it is.'

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