What’s a moment in your life that felt like it was straight out of a movie?

A moment?

Do they come one at a time?

Because at my dining room table, Hallmark falls in love, somebody needs stitches, a sitcom laugh track starts up, and a traveling circus unloads near the mashed potatoes.

I’ve often wondered:

When three generations are talking at once, one person is giving medical updates, one is negotiating beer privileges, one is planning surgery, and someone else is asking if anybody has seen their glasses while they’re wearing them…

Is that a moment?

Or is that a season finale?

If life is a movie, mine appears to have been written by twelve people who never met each other.

And yet somehow, every night, they all show up for dinner.