As I slowly awake from my slumber,Captivating aromas fill the den I exit.
My feet tingle as I walk across the
recently cleaned hardwood floors
that take me to the kitchen. There
I see a flame that kindles my body
And its desire to fill it with food.
The food that is cooked my those
I love dearly, that always know
how to lift me up like a home-cooked
meal after months away at school.
Simply being home is a reason I’m
thankful this season, as I sit down
and just think how great it is to have life,
write words, and be alive: something
I sometimes forget is the greatest gift