Morning Cooking

Late morning. Daughter is sleeping in the carrier, of course, it’s become her favourite place to sleep. One of her impossibly round cheeks is pressed against my chest and her tiny mouth hangs open slightly. Son is at preschool.

Cool air breezes in the open door and windows.

I’m standing in the kitchen. My hands are wet from rinsing cilantro in the sink. Now I’m plucking the leaves off the stem for cooking later this week. I can smell the green of the cilantro as well as see it. I feel at home in my home.

What was your favourite moment today? What are you grateful for today?

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