perfect nine

If I could wrap up tonight's cooking night in some foil to pull out and peek out every time I am in a bad mood, I'd be, well, not in bad moods. In many ways, it was the perfect night.

There was a big group seated around Sean's table piled with dishes of delicious food and several bottles of wine. We laughed a lot. Everyone chatted with each other. I was surrounded by old and new friends. It felt like family away from home.