My brothers might tell you I was spoiled...being the youngest and the only girl in the family.
But the little wooden kitchen sat in a corner basement room...
just waiting for someone to open up the doors and let their culinary imagination run wild.
On the occasion of Olivia's first birthday a couple of years ago...my parents hauled the well-loved kitchen into her birthday party and presented little Olivia with her very own first kitchen.
Where Olivia and Henry have been stirring and cooking and baking delightful things ever since.
Do you think Olivia can smell the imaginary cookies stirred and baked in this little treasure by her Nana when I was just three years old?
Although childhood was long ago for me...I still feel the wonder and allure of every age I once was.
I am among those holding to the belief of...
once a child, always a child.