You know you're getting old when you want to sit at the kids' table.
Being in their 20's and 30's, my nephews and nieces aren't "kids" any more, but I often think of the no-longer-little darlings that way. Their table certainly had more energy than ours.
On our table the brothers and their wives discussed retirement, medical issues, investments, taxes, and, of course, Mom.
We packed up a plate of leftovers to bring to her. Earlier in the day Mom had requested steak for tomorrow. I'll grill a small piece for her and throw it in with the chicken, noodles and duck. I'd be surprised if she eats half of what I'll bring her, but since, without her, none of us would be here, no request is too small.
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