I believe the kitchen is the key to a family. I believe that the smell of home cooked food is the heartbeat of a family who loves. Kitchens come in different styles, different designs, and serve different functions. However, there is one function that a kitchen serves that touches the lives of all who enter, the function of a family.
Of all the rooms in a home, the kitchen holds all the hope, love, and stories in the house. We prepare food here which everyone needs to survive, we greet family members here every morning, and we sit at our kitchen tables just to talk. It is where we learn to help others, by helping prepare meals. It is where we learn to communicate with one another, while mom is cooking. It is where we run to when we feel sorrow or pain, for it holds all the comfort food. It is where we teach our children to walk and crawl, mostly because they can’t reach breakables in there.
It is where we may break bad news to each other, where we celebrate good news with each other, it is where we talk on the phone with distant aunts, and it is where we laugh at and with each other in the evenings when everyone returns home to it.
I spend hours in my kitchen, it is where I run to in the morning for coffee, it is where I make breakfast for my family, it is where we share the events for the day with each other. When I return home it is where my children are making after school snacks, it is where we all sit and do, or help each other, with home work. It is where I cook dinner while the rest of the family tells me about their days. It is where we all sit at a table, thank god for one another, and eat our meals. My kitchen is my contribution to my family. It is always full of love, good smells (from all the baked goods I love to make), and most of all it is always full of the ones I love. I believe, there is nothing better than a kitchen.
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