Watched

When I am in the kitchen I am usually being watched. I am busy stirring, measuring, washing, frying, wiping, and chopping and then I turn around and see these eyes....


It always catches me a little off guard. They are such soulful eyes--it's a sudden, bright glimpse of heaven in the middle of my tellurian processes.

I'm sure that phenomenon is something all mothers are familiar with. After all, it's why we do what we do.