If the table could talk

we all sat around an ancient table last night, a table with too much character, and drank wine while we cheated at mexican train.

we really laughed last night. A thursday night. Getting drunk because the past two years have been hell for them. He's gone gray because of it. His daughter chuckles as she confesses she has wrinkles because of it; but there really is nothing to chuckle about. Not until the wine enters the evening.

Then, everyone lets go. and we are a part of their sunshine, if just for a night.