Monday dinners.

J and Bonnie and I have been having Monday(ish) night dinners with two friends, cousins and roommates, since we moved to the Valley in the fall of 2009. One of those girls has since gone on to kick butt at UT Austin, but we still uphold the tradition as best we can.

It’s taught me to be a better cook, to not worry about the state of my house, to make time for tradition. They’ve helped us move twice, and we’ve helped them both pack up twice themselves. We bring each other beer and chocolate, mix CDs and jars. (Deb’s a huge jar collector.) We’ve met friends and boyfriends, talked theology, played games and shared movies.

It’s been one of the best parts of my life here in New England.