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.
