Christmas memories

This morning the girls had requested "breakfast in bed" - not sure why, but what the heck. As I awaited their stirring upstairs I got everything ready.
Trays - glasses for juice - plates for the bagels - napkins - bowls for the cereal...

Now what can I put the milk into---ah yes--- Grandma Marcotte's Orange/White ceramic pitcher. As I rinsed it and dried it, I began to cry...

No matter the season, every breakfast at Grandma's the pitcher was on the table. I always felt so special that she let us pour and use something so beautiful! I think as far back as I can remember Grandma always gave us the BEST cereal choices and the coolest milk. I think the milk tasted better coming from the pitcher. Oh, she also had those teeny tine juice glasses with the oranges on them... too cool. After breakfast, we had to help wash the dishes by hand and we always took such good care of it. After it was dried (you know you never let dishes air dry) it would go back up onto the shelf in the kitchen, waiting for the next day.

By the time grandma passed away she had moved into a one-bedroom senior apartment, but the pitcher was always in her kitchen.When she passed away, we gathered at her small apartment and all the grand kids were given a chance to choose items to take home. We each chose a number and had our 'turn' at taking one item from the table. We were then going to go through the same process until all the items were taken. I looked at my number and I got number 4, well there were only 5 grand kids, so I didn't think it was the luckiest draw. I waited patiently and to my surprise, no one took that pitcher! I just couldn't believe it! So now I have moved it to 4 homes and display it in my glass cabinet.

I shared my story with Allison and Melissa this morning and then I teared up again. I also decided today that it will get used more often.