The little kettle on my husband's stove reminds me of the kitchen in my childhood home where there was always a kettle on the boil ready to make a quick cuppa for anyone that called in. Such lovely memories of a loving home.
Psalm 131:2 (The Message)
I've kept my feet on the ground,
I've cultivated a quiet heart.
Like a baby content in its mother's arms,
my soul is a baby content.