The Pleasure of Ohana…

The pleasure of Ohana. Simply stated. Summer is coming to a close. Kids have been registered for school and everyone is home again and I have my family back around the dinner table.

For almost 5 weeks I barely cooked. An act of love that I share with my family freely without thought. I even love to do the dishes and clean up.

Kid1 worked his first summer job. He arrived to work first before the doors opened ready to show his maturity and his work ethic. He mentioned to me several times that he enjoyed the feeling of being responsible. He ate breakfast and lunch at work and often met friends for dinner.

Kid 2 just returned from almost a month log journey to California for summer camp (yes, she had a great time). While she was gone we were not allowed to communicate unless it was an emergency. Is missing her an emergency? No, sorry.

The husband plays music and works most evenings. A shift in our lifestyle and I had the pleasure of seeing friends socially in the evening and going out to do as I please.

Even though I enjoyed the summer, loved my freedom – I missed my family, especially around the dinner table. Our kitchen is the center of our home. So as I sit here watching the sun rise I’m planning the days meals and thinking about the pleasure of Ohana around the dinner table again. What are you making for dinner and who are you cooking for?