The kitchen will always be the heart of our home.
The island is home to the daily homework grind and where we catch up with each other each evening.
This is where I listen to podcasts while I cook, and get lost in my thoughts during the late night clean up.
The counters always have some sort of “treasure†on them, mostly whistles and walkie talkies.
And my wooden spoons always have a way of grounding me.
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