I’ve talked about “thin places” before on this blog.

Places where the space between Heaven and where I am is so thin. A spot in Vietnam is one of my favorite “thin places.”

But I realized one night, with all those kids gathered around talking, that my kitchen is up there in the tops of my thin places.

Talking and cooking and laughing and figuring out life together.

I never want to take a regular evening at home for granted. Maybe I know to appreciate it even more now because these people don’t fill it up regularly any more.

And I just so love having them close.

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