When I was growing up, we sat down at the table every night. Now, that doesn’t mean every supper was fancy. It certainly wasn’t. Sometimes it was simple. Sometimes it was stretched. Sometimes it may very well have included a blue box of macaroni and cheese. But no matter what was on the plate, we sat down together. And that mattered. That table was where we ate, of course, but it was also where we talked, laughed, listened, learned, and just plain did life together.