I remember when my kids were small and even into high school, my husband and I would dance in the kitchen to the radio before they all went off to school. It is one of my fondest memories of raising my kids. Our daughter would stand on her dad’s feet as he danced around the kitchen. The boys would dance with me until we were all ready for the day. What a wonderful memory. That is why the kitchen is the heart of any home. Memories are made there. Lives are built there.
Come with me and let us dance in the kitchen.