One of the wonderful things about getting older, is that we realize more and more, how important it is to share time with friends and family. That invisible golden thread that binds people together is strengthened each time we get together and share conversation, laughter and hugs. Today was one of those days for my brother, Fred , sister in law, June and myself.
It was nearing supper time and after mulling over a choice of places nearby, we opted to go to Don Pablos Mexican restaurant in Roseville. It had a colorful and authentic atmosphere with brightly painted tiles covering the lower wall of the front counter. Areas of red, blue, yellow and green were dramatically placed on walls and a chimney decorating areas around the dining area. A pretty fountain sat in the center of the dining room and a sign was posted stating that any coins from the fountain were donated to the local animal shelter.
As soon as we sat down, we were greeted by a smiling waitress who brought us tall glasses of water and a basket of homemade and tasty tortilla chips with some spicy dip. Margaritas were saved for another night. The featured meal tonight was enchilladas so we enjoyed that delicious arrangement off of very hot plates. The area was soon bustling with customers, friends and families with children. It was a welcoming and friendly atmosphere.
As we ate and conversed, we could see the Mexican cook forming balls of tortilla dough and pressing them in a large round press. She then tossed them onto a griddle to bake so there was always freshly made tortillas, she said with a smile.
What was the nicest part of the unplanned evening was sharing family time chatting and laughing together over the simple happenings of the day. Fred and June are not just dear family members, but they are my best friends. As we are getting older, we spend more time together and delight in each others company.
We all have the same twenty four hours a day to spend and yet often they are not spent wisely and sometimes get frittered away. When we reach the age that we start to count our blessings more and know the value of moments shared with loved ones, it is a gift that time itself gives us. A gift not to be tucked away but to be scattered on the soft breezes that touch the lives of those around us with love.
It is true that in the end of all things. love is what really matters most.
