Final Thoughts
There are moments in life that we remember vividly, regardless of how long ago they were. The emotions, the setting, the taste and the sound â all markers of a particular time in our life. For me, one of those moments was my husband, Phil, and I sitting in our rented house in Abbotsford at our tiny dining table eating pasta mixed with a jar of pesto, a glass of wine in hand, listening to a Wedding, Parties, Anything CD. It was nine oâclock at night and weâd just settled our fi rst-born to sleep. We wondered in awe how parents with several children managed to eat a decent meal at a reasonable hour.
Now Phil and I only eat together on weekends, but itâs with our lovely brood of fi ve kids and itâs generally at 5.30 pm, ...
