This morning, I woke up to a loving husband busy cooking a nice breakfast for me on my special day. My knight-in-shining-armour decided some years ago to make a tradition for me that honors my maternal grandfather.
My grandfather lived with us the last 3 years of his life after my grandmother died. He loved poached eggs on toast and he would fix it for us when we were sick and stayed home from school. Sometimes, he would feed the first bite to us being sweet. I will never forget him as he would open his mouth as wide as he wanted us to for the first bite of his TLC breakfast. We would giggle and then relish those memories years later.
My husband, after I told him about my grandfather's special breakfast, learned how to use that poached egg cooker with determination.....down to a science now, I relish my man and his desire to keep this memory precious and alive today. He even gives me a knife so that I can carefully cut it in 9 squares as my grandpa would do.
My love to you, Douglas! Thank you so much for your partnership, love, and friendship.