In a world that often moves too fast, Jessica’s dinner table, filled with love, friendship, and music, reminds us what truly matters. I enter my daughter Jessica’s house.  As I walk down the narrow hall, I smile and roll my eyes at the wall, which is lined with dings from Jessica coaxing her wheelchair into three-point turns. I am almost to the dining room when I hear the tell-tale screams and claps.  Jessica knows I am here. And so does everyone else, by the way!