We don't eat together as a family every night. Usually we only manage it two or three times a week. Every time we do though, I sit at the table, looking around at my boys, and am sure that these are the moments I will remember. It is such a special time. Feeding my family is one of the most satisfying aspects of my life. I take it seriously and derive a lot of pleasure from it. So tonight I happily refilled their little ramekins when they asked for seconds and then thirds. 
It was a meal of comfort foods. Chili, cornbread crumbled in milk, and homemade applesauce for dessert. Afterwards, with the kids tucked in bed, I sat in my armchair by the fire and cozied up with a book. **A Week of Breakfasts will finish up soon. I keep forgetting to take pictures before the kids eat!**
