ANGEL ROSE
I'm vibing to Brandon Lake's "Gratitude" on the radio, lost in the lyrics, and cooking up some delicious enchiladas! Memories of Abuela's (grandmother's) kitchen flood me - she taught me to make enchiladas from scratch, and those moments are pure joy.
The song's got me feeling all the feels, and my voice is blending with Brandon's, singing "We have this hope, it is an anchor for my soul..." It's like the music, the cooking, and my newfound freedom are all coming together in perfect harmony. The onions are caramelizing, the beef's browning, and the tortillas are warming up - it's all about to come together in a cheesy, saucy masterpiece!
It's not a regular Friday, I'm in MY kitchen, cooking in MY own apartment... Yep, I finally moved out from Camille's and into my own place, a
