Friday, March 22, 2013

The counter

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.

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