This is my kitchen. The most amazing things happen here. No, I’m not an incredible cook. My husband isn’t either. We spend more time in this room than any other. In this kitchen, Eric and I say goodbye and hello to each other when he’s in town and heads to/from work. My girls sit at this counter and they tell me how their day was, what made them laugh, and what they worry about. I give some of my best advice at this island. Dance parties happen here. This kitchen is a room where creativity happens, where decisions are made, where friends sit when they come to visit, where tears fall, and where hugs are given. It’s a room full of love and family. The most amazing things happen in this kitchen.