Day 8: Satisfaction

Today I am supposed to recount the last time that I felt deeply satisfied.  It was last night, around the dinner table.  I love having the people I love sharing a meal together.  I love the evening prayer, followed by a chorus of "Free to EAT!!!"  I love the chatter and the silliness.  I love having enough food to fill every tummy and I love watching my children who have known hunger feel secure.  I even love the gross burps and farts that are almost a nightly ritual.  I love watching my children interact with each other as they tell stories about their day.  There is no safer, more comforting feeling than being around that table.