Saturday morning at the Lorenc house is always pretty much the same. Minutes pass slowly as we sit around the kitchen table sipping on coffee and talking about 85 different things at one time. Currently the man of this house is editing a grocery list that his wife made because he is the one shopping and wants to make sure he knows exactly what each item is - how many times over the course of the last 30 years has this exact scenario taken place?
You can always tell when the caffeine has settled in and, having no food or protein to balance it, our hands start shaking and words start flying faster and with more intensity and more and more topics land on the table: Pinterest, recipes, Facebook, insecurity, music, the Rangers, family, traveling, the new baby, plans for the weekend, golf (mostly only one person talks about golf), movies, church, more recipes, work, annoyances, crafts, shopping, friends, family again and of course the new baby.
It is crazy, but I love it. We are a host family so our weekend plans involve people coming in and out and planning meals and snacks for the masses and we love it. As each of us breaks away one at a time to shower or get ready for the next activity, the kitchen becomes quiet again, but only temporarily. Later in the day when voices start filling the house this will all repeat itself - in the afternoon the coffee will turn to soda and at night it will turn to wine. But what stays consistent is a family of talking and laughter and planning. And we love it.
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