secret

Today I’ve spent hours in my kitchen, sun streaming through the windows, creating. I’ve been roasting and pureeing, rolling out pastry dough, hand grinding spices in my well loved granite mortar and pestle. I love to cook for my family. It’s like healing salve for my soul (a quite house doesn’t hurt either). It is good for my heart to fill our table with favourite foods and to see my family tuck into it with great enthusiasm. Last night it was ribs for my oldest and mashed potatoes for my daughter. Today it’s ham for my husband and pumpkin pie for my Dad.

As I cook, I think about the people who will be eating at my table. Today I was filled with appreciation for my beautiful life and the people who fill it. It is a privilege to be a wife and mother. To me, those aren’t just words. They are dreams fulfilled.

Often I get overwhelmed by the mundane. I’m finally starting to catch on that the secret to life is in those moments. It’s catching the glint in a little one’s eye as they swipe a still warm cookie off the rack, a soft, warm cheek pressed into mine as we read, it’s hearing laughter in the front yard, a spontaneous hug after helping with a difficult piano lesson, learning faithfulness as I fold the same clothes again and again, notes of encouragement and love tucked into a lunch box, getting up at 2AM to hold a lonely little boy. There is richness in the everyday when I chose to see it.

Today I am thankful for this life of mine. This funny, unexpected, chaotic, loud, messy, hug-filled, precious life.

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