in the kitchen

Our kitchen. It's the place where all our family, slowly but surely, gathers in on holidays and birthdays. (It doesn't matter where I serve my guests, they seem to like my kitchen best. Very true.) It's the place where we cook our meals. It's where our dishes and our food are stored. It's the place where we talk and the place I creep down to before bed to get a glass of water. It's the place where baking is whipped up and put in the oven. It's the place where school science experiments have been done. It's the place where the dishwasher hums and the faucet runs often. It's the place with the big window behind the sink that looks out to our tree line and swing set. It's the place where we greet Dad when he comes home from work. It's the place where we laugh and joke. It's the place where we sit by the counter and eat lunch or grab a snack. It's the place that good smells come drifting out of during dinnertime. It's the place that we come into after doing chores in the morning. It's the place that's always warm. Our kitchen. I like it.