January 17 continued ~ nuts

I love family dinners as I am truly blessed with a beautiful family.  Once a week, the family treks out and meets at a local venue to share some love, light and laughter with each other.  Even when the chips are down and we may no be feeling a 100% we still get together. Why? Because we feel the love flowing around the table and it boosts us up.  A problem shared and all that, you know ;)

I looked around the table last night and had a quiet giggle to myself.  There was MOAHS expounding on the virtue of Australian Beer to anyone who would listen.  After a long day at work, he can still find the time to gather the clan and bring them together.  He may be gruff and have strong opinions yet his heart is golden marshmallow.  No wonder I chose him as my partner this lifetime.

There was One-Son ~ tall and strong in his butcher's outfit.  A throwback to the days when men were as tall as mountains.  We always knew that he would find something to do with knives (thank the goddess that it is productive).  In vision, I often see him as a Viking ~ all he needs is a beard and fur clothing.  He often bemoans the fact that he cannot grow a whisker on his face. *giggles*

Sitting next to him was his betrothed.  She puts the glam in fashion and will give any drag-queen a run for their money in terms of glitz, colour and leopard print.  The love in her eyes for One-Son is a pleasure to behold and we love the way she has just slid into her own special spot within the family.

Presiding over the table was my Maman. Her hearing may be going at times, but her sense of humour and enjoyment in hearing all that is happening in our lives is precious.  She may be small of stature and need our help to walk up and down stairs - do not let that fool you.  She's a mother bear; ready to defend her family at all costs.  

Two-Son sits quietly amongst the fray.  A droll comment or two will drop at the appropriate times to crack us all up!  Last night's clanger was his story about being spray-tanned so badly that his feet turned to the colour of pumpkin.  His twirled moustache and dapper dress sense makes him a throwback to 1940s Hollywood. He's often asked where is his penny-farthing!

All precious; all unique.  There is a lot of truth in the saying: My family tree is full of nuts. We actually decided what nut we wanted to be last night.  I told everyone that I wanted to be a cashew! *laughing*  No particular reason ~ I just like em!  What nuts fall from your family tree?

Namaste