I know I’ve said this is a thousand times but Sundays in our home doesn’t look like the picture-perfect reels or the “slow living” posts. They look like real life — boys wandering in and out, David working, Gerald waiting on my sister, dogs pacing, and me upstairs trying to work while life happens around me. But one thing we DO try to hold onto is Sunday dinner — not lunch, because we do Church at home over the computer with Mikalya, and not everyone is awake, home, or in the same mood at the same time. Dinner is our anchor. Dinner is where we reset. Dinner is where we…