Meals and memories

There was a point with our first baby that I wondered if we would ever sit down to a meal together again.

She had an amazing way of crying the minute dinner o'clock sounded.

Dinner would be me feeding her, my husband feeding himself and when that was done we swapped roles.

This {of course} passed, and soon enough we were sharing a meal as a
family {the three of us}.

And then nine months ago when my littlest one arrived, I realised we were back to the dinner circus again. And I cringed a little {because I love meal times as a family} but I knew this too would pass.

And now we've arrived {in what seems like no time at all really} and the four of us sit down to dinner together every night.

I love it {even if more often than not little miss two wants to "try" what's on our plates, which is the same as what's on her plate}.

I love that we're all together doing the same thing {even if the conversation is little and halted between reaching for the wipes, cleaning mess and encouraging a toddler to eat her vegetables}.

This week for the first time in 12 weeks I sat down to a family meal with my parents, sisters and our little family of four.

All eight of us sharing food {laughing and talking over the top of each other} and our littlest one finally big enough to join in {doing the finger-food eating part all on her own}.

And that meal and those moments gave me a little piece of perfect, a little bit of bliss and a whole lot of love.

Elisa xx

{I'm so grateful for meals and memories made and shared as a family ~ Linking with loads more gratitude at Kidspot's 52 Weeks of Grateful.}