Sometimes I just feel like writing.
Over a warm cup of coffee in the morning. It’s as therapeutic as tending to my gardens.
Alone, quiet, while children sleep; I can hear my thoughts.
I’ve really been enjoying photography. The picture above is of my son holding some freshly picked cherry tomatoes from the garden.
I love the vibrant contrast in colors between the tomatoes, his hands and delicate pattern in the background.
Images like this bring me joy.
Dirty little fingers from playing outdoors and digging with me in the dirt.
I may use this photo for a new salad I created using roasted eggplants, white navy beans, tuna and a balsamic vinaigrette.
Yes, I enjoy creating flavors in the kitchen as well.
Especially when my children stir for me, crack an egg or add their own flavors that they feel are needed.
One time Nehemiah decided his roasted potatoes needed egg mixed in.
One egg at a time, he beat them lovingly and, oh so carefully, so he wouldn’t make a mess, poured it drip by drip over the potatoes.
Papas con huevos is what he called them and it was his. He was proud and he ate them… overbaked egg and all.
He tells me he wants to be a chef when he grows up. I believe him.
My boys bring me the most joy.
Many times… no, often, it’s frustrating and can be unnerving to hear the boys whining or tending to their constant needs.
Yet, it’s the gleam in their eyes as they learn something new. The moments in which your left speechless to an act of kindness displayed to a friend.
Even more, when your left breath taken as they look at you, eyes set upon yours, and in a quiet voice tell you, “I love you mama. You’re my best mama.”
Time’s up, breakfast needs to be made.
What are your joys in life?
Oh by the way, I found out this past weekend that I was selected as a new regular contributor to Keeper of the Home. I’m excited to be able to share a bit more about my life as mother and a homemaker. Hope to see you there!