Ed brought home these beautiful flowers from our sister-in-law’s garden for me today. They got me thinking about our family and how lucky we are to live so close to so many of our loved ones. Looking around my kitchen, I see the love of our family in every direction. The kitchen (and whole house) was built with love by our dads and Ed. A big shell bowl filled with garlic and lemons was a gift from my mom. The pig cutting board that sits over the stove was a gift from Ed’s mom. Cookie cutters from my great-grandmother sit in the drawer. The cutting board I use every day was a gift from Ed’s sister. Peaches and apples came from my family’s farm. Bags of onions from Ed’s brother’s garden sit on the table, waiting for me to wash them. Tomatoes from our garden ripen on the window sill, next to a moon snail shell from Ed’s brother. Dish towels crocheted by our grandmothers sit on the counter. Memories of using gadgets like a pasta machine, apple peeler, or potato ricer with my brothers come to mind. Sitting around the kitchen table with family or friends, eating off my blue and white everyday china, laughing and talking. These are what makes this house our home.