I really like my kitchen bench.
Or should I say the ‘island.’ I may not have posted ‘before-and-afters’ of the whole reno yet, but be assured it is in use, and fully appreciated.
I see the love, in how it is so easy to be at peace there. I often find myself pulling up a stool to have a tea at the island, even when there is no one home and I could sit anywhere I like… but I still gravitate there.
I see it in the people who come to our house. It’s a nice feeling when people are comfortable enough to follow us into the kitchen, and make themselves at home while we mix up drinks or finish dinner.
But most of all, I love this melting pot, meeting place for the people, because it brings my family close to me, each and every day.
Baby girl often pulls up a chair, when I am doing any sort of task in the kitchen – be it washing up, cooking, or putting stuff away. Today I watched her start the familiar action, and work on a numbers workbook I had given her to help her practice her counting and writing.
It was simply beautiful. I saw in that moment, that this was the beginning. How many years would she sit in that spot, drawing… or doing her homework… texting on her phone? Chatting about life, school, and all the things in between?
It is only the beginning, but as I know already, sometimes the years start to move fast. I appreciated this moment of my princess in her fancy dress (because that’s what you change into when you take off your uniform after school!) and I smiled.
I love my kitchen island, because it brings my loves close to me ♥♥♥