At times when I've hosted fun get-togethers in my home, my friends will sit down on the kitchen floor, while the little boys play with tupperware and pots and cook us make-believe macaroni and cheese. Those are the moments that warm my heart the most because life seems to be shared to its fullest in my kitchen.
My kitchen is full of evidence of life being lived. There are remnants of Mother's Day and sweet words received at the end of another semester of Journey Group. A newly framed photo of my smiling boy. A book I'm reading and will be going through with some ladies this summer in my home.
Because it's right there in front of me when I stop and look.....
Where is the place you most often share life with others?