Another Sunday night where my mobility is limited
And I am challenged to fight off another unwelcome visit from Depression
Too often these days as I sit on my bed and count the hours until I am FREE, Depression is my companion.
Nothing made this Sunday night any different until my son walked in with two of his buddies
And instantly the doldrums were lifted
Without any extra food, no advance planning
A spontaneous dinner party with four teenage boys ensued
Cheerfulness and hospitality visited
Friendship and fellowship stopped by
We supped on homemade pao de quiejo, (a dish that was visited upon us thanks to our borrowed Brazilian olive shoot), fresh green salad with homemade dressing, fried zucchini rounds and some leftover chicken. We all made the food together, no complaints, just fun and teamwork.
Those boys do not realize their arrival brought sunshine to this tired foot and soul
And in a way, we entertained angels unaware