Meanwhile, Loic's Mom made us pork roast, potatoes au gratin, and ratatouille, followed by the French tradition of 13 desserts, which we figured out dates to the last meal of Christ.
The most amazing thing about dinner was Dylan eating up the ratatouille, because he claims to hate vegetables.
As I grow older, and sit watching my six children and six grandchildren (to date) interact, I am struck by the richness of their inter-relationships. And how unique every one of us turns out to be, on this planet.
Nothing lasts, certainly no person lasts. All we have are these special moments, while we are here. Life is so precious, yet we take it for granted. Maybe that is a survival skill in and of itself. If we thought too hard about our inevitable demise, we might act in impetuous and dangerous ways.
Like an artist.
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