I'm not lying when I say I've spent hours standing in the middle of my newly remodeled kitchen, spinning in circles, repeating the phrase, "Holy shit. This is REALLY my kitchen!" I have such love for our remodeled kitchen that I'm thinking about cooking more than Lucky Charms for dinner. Multiply that love by a million and you'll have the gratitude and love I feel toward my parents. They are machines. Six days of nonstop labor, ripping up the old and installing the new. My father is an engine