One of my most familiar memories from my time with my mom is countless hours spent sitting at the kitchen counter.
I watched over the counter as she cooked dinner, hundreds of nights. And as she welcomed my dad home from work with a smile.
I did my homework at that counter. I fought with my sisters there, too.
As I got older, that kitchen counter was the scene for virtually every important life conversation that I had with my mom.
And now- I have my own counter. And my own girls to sit here while I cook dinner. I pray that these moments together will teach them as much as they did for me, and the memories will be just as sweet.