I apologize in advance for this blog post being a little shorter than usual, but I came to write this right as I finished dinner with my brother and sister and some of our friends, and they are still here, so I don’t want to keep them waiting for too long.
The reason that I cooked dinner tonight was because my brother, who is 20, is leaving tomorrow for two weeks, so I wanted to give him a nice goodbye dinner with my sister and I.
I invited him last night, before I knew that I would wake up with my body sore this morning (yet again).
Right away, Ed wanted me to cancel this dinner.
I actually thought about it. And I thought about ways I could get around it.
I thought that maybe we could go to a restaurant where I could order something different than everyone else. And even if I did decide to do that, it wouldn’t be bad, but the point was that I had said I would make dinner, and I was really looking forward to it.
I used to cook for my brother all the time when I was locked in Ed, and I never got to enjoy the food with him, so tonight was going to be a special occasion.
I didn’t have to think about it too much. It was one of those days where I just knew what I had to do, and so I did it.
Stuffed salmon, roasted butternut squash, roasted brussel sprouts, champaign and bread rolls later, I can say that although Ed is not happy with me, and he is very much with me right now, I am happy.
I am happy because when I hear my brother laughing right now from up in my room, I know it is this dinner that made that happen.
I am happy because him, my sister and I just sat around at a dinner table and enjoyed good conversation.
Regardless of how many times I have to shut Ed up tonight, this dinner was worth that; it was worth the connectedness, the selflessness and worth the company.
My brother even came wearing his hello life bracelet, which I forgot he he even had.
And right as I left the table to come write this post, I told them very seriously and matter of factly, “guys, don’t eat dessert without me.”
On that note, I am off to enjoy my dessert, even with Ed next to me.
We’ll be fine , Ed. It’s time for dessert.