Jake and Madison were about 5 and 7.
I woke up to the sound of them in the kitchen directly below my bedroom.
Because it was Mother's Day, I knew to wait.
The scent of coffee drifted up and
scared me a little. I couldn't quite imagine how they had figured out how to
make coffee. This was the first Mother's Day without a father around to help
them. Eventually I heard them ascending
the stairs and chattering about how to manage without spillage. They entered my bedroom with the
tray. A cup of coffee, a flower in a vase, some juice and a stack of toast.
"Happy Mother's Day!" they
both exclaimed, beaming with pride. I praised them lavishly for their detailed
presentation. "You even cut the crusts off of the toast for
me!"I said, as I took a bite. I looked at Jake and he just
smiled, but Madi chimed in loud and proud, "Well, that's because they were
BLUE!"
Happy Mother's Day.
