It was my mom’s birthday yesterday.
She taught me — continues to teach me — countless things, among them the simple little fact that everyday chores can be infused with beauty.
She has a incredible touch which makes every little corner so pretty. No one can transform a space so quickly from generic to home like she can — she can make a hotel room feel like you’ve lived there your whole life, and you’re coming home.
She teaches me a cloth napkin folded in half underneath the French press can upgrade that morning cuppa from a routine to an experience.
She teaches me ragged, torn, stained towels belong in the rag box, not in the kitchen.
She teaches me to stop mid-morning or mid-afternoon and savor something, like a tall glass of iced tea.
She teaches me no matter how little one has, it can be made beautiful through a combination of cleaning and contentment.
And most importantly, she’s taught me to start cooking an onion if Josiah’s on his way home and I haven’t yet started dinner.