First Mother's Day Home

We’ve been in this house for two months now, but this morning was the first time it really felt like home.

First Mother’s Day Home

Marcus and Sophie decided to surprise me with breakfast in bed, which somehow turned into breakfast in the kitchen, which somehow turned into Theo throwing Cheerios while Marcus flipped pancakes and Sophie arranged strawberries with the intensity of a food stylist.

Our old apartment kitchen could barely fit two people. This kitchen fits all four of us plus the chaos we bring everywhere we go. Sophie can help cook without me constantly moving her out of the way. Marcus can actually open the oven door without hitting the island. Theo can throw food from his high chair and it lands on our floor, not the neighbors’ ceiling.

A house is just walls and a mortgage payment. But this kitchen, with Marcus burning the first pancake and Sophie lecturing him about proper heat settings and Theo providing percussion with his spoon against his tray – this is home. This is exactly where I want to be on Mother’s Day and every other day.

Also, for the record, the pancakes were perfect once Sophie took over temperature control. The girl has skills.