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Monday, March 14, 2016

Slice of Life Story Challenge - Day 14 - Breakfasts with Katie


    It's Day 14 of the March Slice of Life Story Challenge, and I'm writing a goodbye letter to our                                   house in a series of memories since we will be moving in April.
 
 
     Katie, our youngest, a sophomore at Ohio State, was home for the weekend, the start of her spring break, before she left for the airport to head to a friend's in Florida today.  This morning, I made her a bowl of oatmeal while she was getting ready, and we sat down to eat breakfast, chatting a bit (she usually doesn't like to talk this early in the morning; she must have been indulging me).  I was telling her about my Slice of Life Story Challenge and the theme I chose, and I asked her what I should write about today.  We had just talked about the fact that this was the last breakfast we'd have at the kitchen island in this house, and she suggested I write about waking her up every morning and having breakfast together when she was in high school. Perfect!
 
     Yes, I guess you could say Katie was a little spoiled when it came to things like waking her up and making her breakfast every morning before school, even in high school.  Libby, her older sister, woke up on her own and made her own breakfast.  At one point, Katie asked about that, and Libby responded, "I didn't know it was an option."  Oops.  I guess it just happened with Katie.  It's the youngest child benefit...
 
     When she was in junior high and high school, I would wake up at 5:45 a.m., take a shower, and then wake Katie up.  Ben, our Cocker Spaniel, gladly helped with that chore.  Ben would run into her room, jump onto her bed at full speed, lick her face, and jump off again. It was a little sad when she went off to college, and Ben would stop at her door on the way downstairs, waiting to be let in to do his job, but she wasn't there.  Anyway, she would come sleepily down to breakfast, wrapped up in her blanket, and we would watch "Full House" or "The Fresh Prince of Bel_Aire."  Ben would sit at her feet,  looking down at the floor (we call that his "Snoopying"), waiting for crumbs to drop.  And yes, I even made her lunch every day...with a note.  On her last day of senior year, I wrote her last note (pictured above).  I always thought she'd get too old for a note in her lunch box, but she said she liked them.
 
     This morning marked the last breakfast with Katie at the kitchen island.  At least, this island.  I'm sure there will be many more breakfasts at our beautiful kitchen island in the new place!
 

7 comments:

  1. Oh the kitchen carries so many precious memories. This post has caused me to stop and pause about what rituals we have in our home right now. Thanks for sharing this memory with us, and later today I'm going to return to your previous posts and have a look! What a great way to honor a season of life.

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  2. I'm jealous of this ritual. When my youngest was in 2nd grade, I got a job in a neighboring town and had to leave at 6:30 AM. I woke them up with a kiss, then left. You have given your daughters the roots they need to grow and bloom.

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  3. Kitchens are such gathering places. Whenever company came to my Mom's house, they gathered in the kitchen. I liked the ritual and so happy this house holds those memories. Soon you will be making new ones at your new place. Happy Writing!

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  4. I, too am jealous of your calm morning ritual - our house was chaotic, with everyone going in a hundred directions. What a sweet memory, Holly...and lucky Katie.

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  5. I, too am jealous of your calm morning ritual - our house was chaotic, with everyone going in a hundred directions. What a sweet memory, Holly...and lucky Katie.

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  6. This is a delightful post about the time you spend with Katie. I have to laugh about how Libby responded with "I didn't know that was an option." And Ben is a sweetheart!

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  7. Oh, you are pulling at my house heart strings! What a sweet memory -- every morning as I make the girls lunch, they sit across from me and eat breakfast and I sneak in a lunch note. So many little traditions started in that house and this house ... I'm enjoying your love notes about your home.

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