Latter Day Sinner

One of the things I miss more than most about my childhood is that Dad, Mom, my sisters, and I would sit together for a family meal almost every evening. It is a tradition that my wife and I were simply not able to maintain. Between autism and erratic schedules sitting down at the dinner table just wasn’t a priority. Sometimes we order food from a few certain stores that we can all eat at the same time, but we don’t eat that together. My family doesn’t have “meals” in any real sense that I wouldn’t recognize the word.