Around December, we began a Sabbath ritual of feasting on Saturday night; in preparation for the Sabbath. We used to have Sabbath Feasts on Sunday's after church, but present situation has made it to difficult to do so (a later service, an earlier evening service if we attend...yada yada yada) and it was sad not having it.
Rather than completely abandon the notion, I switched it to Saturday night. It has worked well this way for us, though admittedly, there have been occasions where it didn't end up happening.
Candles lit, music playing, cloth napkins, and usually something elegant for dinner. ALWAYS dessert on this day.
It has really helped to bring our focus back to God, prepare our hearts for worship, and to draw us together as a family.
This past Saturday snuck up on me and I was caught unaware. I hurriedly came up with a less-than-elegant meal (Stir-fry and rice) and pulled a pecan pie from the freezer while Corynn set the table.
I told her she could pick whatever napkins she liked best and she could fold them however she pleased. I did so, expecting the usual choices: fold them in squares and put them on the plates, fold them in rectangles and put them under the forks, or unfold them entirely and put them under the plates. But she wanted to make them into 'tubes', as she called them. I have some papers I printed off (when we were first married) of napkin folds so I brought the appropriate paper down and let her look at them.
After demonstrating once, slowly, and then unfolding it and handing it to her, Corynn folded all of our napkins with a Candle Fold. She did so well, they even stood up well!
All by herself. No help from me at all.
I was very proud of her and just had to commemorate the occasion with a snapshot, which I post here, no matter the quality-because the MEMORY more than makes up for it all.
Despite my humble offerings of rice and glazed veggies, we dined like Kings that night. Happily and Heartily, as unto the Lord.