I hold you at the airport, you have come to see us in our home. The feeling in me one of remembrance and familiarity.Where ever I see you, that is what surrounds me.

I don’t remember you holding me as a baby, but I feel it inside. My connection to you forged by the love you nurtured me with.

I know you don’t like cooking much, but it is seeing you at the counter that is one of my earliest memories. Those days in Summerland making soup were so transformative. Memories filled with light.

When I am with you I feel love, and I give you this back by cooking for you. It’s what I know to do. It’s my gift to you. Thank you for giving me this gift. It brings comfort into my life and, I hope, the life of those I cook for.