02/23/2026
She’s been standing at the sink forever lately. Sometimes she’s actually washing dishes, sometimes she’s just playing in the water, but either way she’s completely content there. She pulls up her stool like it’s her station and gets to work without hesitation. I love how natural it feels for her to be in the kitchen, reaching for tools, gathering ingredients, wiping things down with this quiet little seriousness. There’s this steady confidence in her, like of course she can do the dishes, of course she can help, of course she belongs here.
I find myself just watching her sometimes, thinking about how this simple rhythm of cooking, cleaning, and being part of it all is shaping her. How comfortable she is in this space. And I imagine one day she’ll be in her own kitchen, making food for friends, hosting, laughing, building her own life around a table. For now it’s just bubbles and warm water and tiny hands, but it already feels like something bigger. 💛
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