I am having a hard time with postings lately. Some of it is because of time. Time escaping me, time passing too fast or too slow, not taking the time to figure out how to download pictures from yet another gizmo that M has hooked me up with. But most of it is because I'm having a hard time capturing the moments that I think are important to share. I don't know how to tell you how Uncle D's barn smelled or how readily Bug took to his arms or how many memories I have of all of my uncles helping me up onto the back of a cow or down from a tree or encouraging me to do things that I didn't believe my small self could could do when I was young like Bug.
The best part about the our kitchen is the time that Bopa and Uncle J and Papa took to work in our space together. Don't get me wrong. I am thrilled to have an actually place to put away clean dishes rather than shoving them into a cupboard and hoping that they don't topple out and crash to the floor in the middle of the night. But really, what I like best is how happy my husband is that he spent the time with Bopa and Uncle J....the kitchen itself is a minor and wonderful reminder of how loved we are.