Dinnertime at the Donlan residence was always a special time. For years, we all sat together around the dining table and laughed, fought, and ate. My dad made sure we engaged with the family (even when we were sassy teenagers) by incorporating "High-Lows" into our daily meal routine.
One at a time we disclosed our daily "highs" and "lows" and how we felt about each of them. There was only one rule--your low couldn't be about another member of the family.
This positive dinnertime sharing has spread to multiple family members and their children and is still practiced nearly ever single dinner here at the house. I am so grateful my dad taught me to reflect on the good and bad things I experienced each day, even though at the time it felt like a chore.
Now I feel I can end my day with a grateful heart and lessons of mistakes I have made.
Thank you, Dad. I love you so much.