It is very strange to me to think that you are not going to remember this kitchen.
This the kitchen that we in the house when your dad and I moved it. It's the kitchen that your father moved from novice cook to amateur chef. It's the kitchen you and your sister first pulled "helping" chairs up to the counters, those wood grain Formica counters, and started your own road to chefdom.
The wood grain Formica is no more.
Your dad made this happen. He picked the tile and the granite. He chose the new sink and the new stove. It really is his kitchen now.
And I want you to know that about him.
Love,
Mom
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