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!