Five Sixers sit, enraptured with the moment we have to share and listen and learn and laugh. Sonny and Ash join us at the table as if they have been part of us from the start. No one sends them away because they are right.
Sweet Pea orbits, hair flying above her Space Camp shirt as if in microgravity, charming us with ten year-old witticisms and borrowed stack heels of impeccable black suede.
Jen is across from me, and I look into her beautiful brown eyes and smile my most contented smile. We each know what this day of food and talk means to the other.
The other kids float past occasionally as if to see what wild wisdom they might catch if they move slowly and furtively enough.
To us, this room is only a year old but it now carries the gravity of an ancient shamanic chamber, having held a meeting of the minds the likes of which the world has never seen.
Of course, the desserts were wonderful.