I am thankful for Friday mornings in the kitchen. For Mark's mom who went and printed out recipes, bought Gladware, and purchased ingredients. For our aprons tied around and our men at the table. I am thankful for flour spilled and oats strewn and mixing soda and powder. I am thankful for heart-filled conversation and words shared and raisins stirred in. I am thankful for ESPN on male laptops and M&Ms pressed to pretzel. I am thankful for a mom to hug and laughter at my side and Mark and Jerry across.
I am thankful for what was made in that kitchen. For oatmeal raisin cookies and pretzels kissed with Hershey's. For the communion and connection of women, of family, of home, of love. For that, truly, is what was made in that kitchen.
And I am thankful.
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