Grateful for my daughter’s independence, her husband, their home. Her stamp is everywhere in the house. Kitchens are so personal, we put things where we would use them, and stock them with what we like. Trying to work and cook in someone else’s kitchen is like trying to wear someone else’s shoes…..possible, but not comfortable. But it’s nice, I see her everywhere. She’ll be home from the hospital later this morning….went in for removal of Ovarian Cyst. God Bless Families.