The kitchen counter.
Saturday, October 3, 2015
These photos were taken a couple months ago, but I love what they represent: our every morning together.
You: Sitting on your knees at the counter, chatting a mile a minute, negotiating our plans for the day. You flash those dimples and can suddenly convince me of just about anything. A trip to Target to buy (another) Hot Wheels car? You got it. Make cookies at 8:30am? Well, ok.
Me: Brewing tea, listening for Lanie, and trying to keep up with your vivacity. Oh, and falling a little more in love with you.
I hope we have a kitchen counter in every home we ever live in together. And I hope one of the stools is always kept warm by you.