If you know me, or if you have followed this blog for very long, you know that we have lived in a lot of places. A lot! But when I remember favorite places, especially favorite kitchens, that first one always comes to mind.
Thinking about this kitchen and our first house, and all the kitchens in between, has me thinking about all the places we have lived. All the houses and apartments that became "home". All the friends we have made along the way.
All that moving around required some adjustments here and there. Adjusting to different climates. To different accents and speech patterns. To knowing whether a Coke was really Coke or pop or soda. To knowing whether to call a shopping cart a cart or a buggy or a trolly or a wagon or a basket.
Life has turned out differently than I once envisioned it. Even so, it has been a wonderful adventure and I am so very grateful! Grateful for all the stops we've made along our journey. For all the places we have lived. For all the people we have met along the way. For friendships. And for that yellow kitchen.
"Bless the LORD, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget none of His benefits." (Psalm 103:1-2 NASB)
We started married life in a very small house in the “Avenues” of West Columbia, South Carolina. The kitchen was the biggest room in the house! But that isn’t the only reason why I loved it. You see, in our very first house, long years ago, our kitchen was yellow. A sunny yellow. I don't remember why I chose that color back then, but I'm glad I did. It was a cheerful room, and I loved that! Of all the kitchens we have ever had, it is one of my favorites, probably because it was sunny and bright, but also because it had LOTS of cabinets!
I couldn’t find a picture of the whole kitchen, but I did find this one of our boys, when they were young, in the kitchen. It gives you a hint of my sunny yellow kitchen.
I couldn’t find a picture of the whole kitchen, but I did find this one of our boys, when they were young, in the kitchen. It gives you a hint of my sunny yellow kitchen.
Thinking about this kitchen and our first house, and all the kitchens in between, has me thinking about all the places we have lived. All the houses and apartments that became "home". All the friends we have made along the way.
All that moving around required some adjustments here and there. Adjusting to different climates. To different accents and speech patterns. To knowing whether a Coke was really Coke or pop or soda. To knowing whether to call a shopping cart a cart or a buggy or a trolly or a wagon or a basket.
Life has turned out differently than I once envisioned it. Even so, it has been a wonderful adventure and I am so very grateful! Grateful for all the stops we've made along our journey. For all the places we have lived. For all the people we have met along the way. For friendships. And for that yellow kitchen.
"Bless the LORD, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget none of His benefits." (Psalm 103:1-2 NASB)
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