Last Bite

Our Kitchen Table

The heart of our home is our kitchen table. It is an extraordinary setting overflowing with love, life and stories to impart. Each crack, Each line, Each dent delivers a memory. The faded marker spot where the words “I love you daddy” once were scrawled; the glitter and nail polish that permanently reside on the edges remind us of a simpler time when our little girls once sat painting their nails, drawing pictures, writing thank you cards; The laughter and tears over spilled milk, burnt toast and birthday cake echo across this beautiful surface.

Our table is where we are often reminded life is too short. It is where we break the fast, light the candles and continue to build memories of a lifetime for our family. It is where we heal the sadness, make plans for the future and have conversations about our day. It is where we hold hands to pray, ask for forgiveness and look for strength. Our kitchen table is more than a piece of wood; it is a life well lived, a family safe haven, a place for us to come together and celebrate all things.

It is our heart. It is our home. It is nothing other than love.

—Jennifer L. Rubenstein