My kitchen is the heart of our home

 My kitchen is the heart of our home.

It’s where the mornings begin with messy hair, coffee cups, and sleepy hugs.
Where tiny hands sneak snacks while I cook.
Where the best talks happen the deep ones and the silly ones.
Where we laugh loud, make memories, and love each other through every season.

It’s not perfect. There’s always a little mess, a few crumbs, and a lot of life.
But it’s ours. And it’s where my heart feels most at home.