Happiness Is Homemade
MooMaw’s kitchen is always filled with light.
It’s pouring through the windows above the sink and filtering through the blue and white checked curtains that hang above it.
Eric sits on the counter, right in the middle of a sun beam, and swings his little feet against the cabinets below as he licks brownie batter off a wooden spoon.
MooMaw has the phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear as she uses a spatula to scrape the last of the batter into the pan.
The cord stretches from the wall and Eric extends a sock covered foot out towards it and tries to touch it with his toes.
It sags before he can get to it as she steps forward and takes the spoon from him.
He only has a second to pout before she’s putting the spatula in the bowl and the bowl in his lap and ruffling his hair.