The table has always been a sacred place in our home. Not because it's fancy or large, but because it holds a presence. It holds laughter, prayer, and the quiet passing of bread.
As we enter this season of gratitude, I've been thinking about what it means to truly make space. Not just room on the table but room in the heart. In the conversation. In the moment itself.
Sometimes, that means saying yes to one more place setting. Sometimes, it means saying no to distractions.
When we come to the table, whether it's in the kitchen, at the coffee table, or on the porch, we arrive at a moment that demands our presence.
We don't need perfect meals or curated settings. We need the gift of attention. Of being with. Of gathering not to impress, but to nourish.
This season, may our tables reflect not just abundance but welcome. Not just fullness but care.
Come, just as you are. There's room.
Tori Nicole
Graceful Living, One Day at a Time.
Itās easy, as a mom, to see mealtimes as boxes to be checked.
What a great reminder to check back in to presence. Thankyou!