One night my boyfriend-husband and I had made dinner together, set the table, lit the candles and gave thanks for our food.  As we began to eat, my man was still holding my hand.  So without a word, I quietly began to “learn to eat with my left hand.”  Why interrupt such a sacred moment of love?  He doesn’t know it, but I am doing it more and more.  It feels right to stay “connected” to my man as we enjoy a meal together.  It’s just another tiny way to affirm our friendship that is like the table that supports our food.  It serves as a foundation to keeping all the important things “in front of us.”  As it has been said, “friendship multiplies our joy and divides our sorrow.”
“Friendship is the crown of life and the school of virtue.”
– C.S. Lewis