A table can hold more than food.
It gathers stories, laughter, prayers, and the simple rhythm of being together.
In February, when the days are short and evenings long, there is something tender about a table lit with candles. Conversation stretches a little longer as a meal invites us to linger. It doesn’t have to be elaborate. Bread, soup, and good company are often enough for an evening.
What stays with me is how tables mark our lives. Celebrations, quiet weeknights, even farewells, all shaped by the meals we share. And each gathering, no matter how small, is another chance to offer love.
This is one of the gifts of winter: the way it draws us inward, to firelight and to table, where love multiplies as it is shared.
So may our February tables be steady places of welcome. May they remind us that nourishment is more than food, and that love, like bread, is best when broken together.
Tori Nicole
Graceful Living, One Day at a Time.