Post by @lifewiththeswinneys

A tiny kitchen at that.. But one day, there will be more than a few feet between us. There may be towns, states, even countries. So until then, I’m holding on to mornings like this. All of us crowded into the kitchen. Tiny hands looking for something to do, or a mess to make. Food on the stove. Big kids waking up one by one. Questions coming from every direction as the house gets louder. The kitchen is small. The house is full. And this life we’ve made together is so, so good.