I've always liked the idea of having a large family solely for the reason that we'd all get to eat dinner together and talk about our days, laugh, argue, pout, make up again, and generally be one noisy happy foursome. Or six-some. Or five-some.
It felt a little like that tonight, when Craig, my tenant, unexpectedly showed up around the time I got home (7:30) and Drew offered him the opportunity to join us for dinner. Sure, he said. Drew had made spaghetti and meatballs, one of his signature dishes, and we all sat down together and ate and talked. Rachel interrupted a lot but Craig and I were able to talk about crafts and work and things I want to do in my job, and how he's missing Brenna, his girlfriend, but will see her in two weeks, etc.
At one point Rachel decided we all should be called "Red." So that's how she addressed us when she wanted to get our attention. She also decided that we all needed to be attacked with hugs so she started with me, then Drew, then ran over to Craig and did the same to him. "Prepare to be love-bombed!" Drew warned, and he was. At least he took it in stride. Rachel really seems to be attached to him and I'll be sad when he goes and our family will shrink down again. Not that I won't welcome the privacy, but this house feels almost too big for the three of us.
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