Ain't no place better than Mom's kitchen. It was snowing and cold outside, but it was warm in Mom's kitchen. After tea, I was overcome by a deep and irresistable drowsiness. This is what Rip Van Winkle must have felt as he slipped into his twenty year sleep. I burrowed down under the comfort of one of Mom's crocheted blankets for an afternoon nap.
I am so glad you captured this photo. This is a place of comfort and peace for the whole family. It's always nice to know that when we go to Mom's we can rest, sleep, take our shoes off, take a bath. Anything at all. This is our home because it is where Mom is. Mom is our home. We are so blessed.
ReplyDeleteThe photo and your words are lovely. Thanks Anna.
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