We're not unique in this. Families everywhere congregate to eat together at night. I had a friend once who teasingly lambasted me for taking pictures of and then scrapbooking about ordinary blips of life. This friend thought my penchant for doing so was the silliest thing ever. He thought photos were for documenting the more unique events in life. I've not changed my ways, though, as you can see. I'm still the frantic Weirdo Mom wielding her camera at the most mundane - and sometimes inopportune - of times. These photos show (some of) us eating a regular, old family dinner together.
I feel a compulsion to document these ordinary days because I can see already that they are fleeting. I know the day will come where the dinner hour won't be a noisy cacophony of extroverted people competing aggressively to share about their respective days. The Quiet will be so sad. And so in the meantime, I comfort myself with the taking of countless commonplace pictures. And I laugh when Oliver triumphantly informs us all that Lola wasn't closing her eyes during prayer.
He often reads to us as the stragglers finish up