I have a whole new respect for those that are alone. I don't know why that just happened to come into my thoughts. From where I was sitting at the table, the side yard was so pretty, sun is shining, but this great sense of eating alone and sadness crept all through me. Some are alone I know, by choice and that's okay. Like you said, some have very busy, full wonderful lives, but it's the coming home to an empty house, eating alone, no one to say goodnight or I love you to before going to sleep. It makes me so sad to think about.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. ECCLESIASTES 3:1
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