My daughter was scheduled to go in at 10 this morning and not her usual 6 am so she suggested we go out to breakfast at the little diner across the street from the bakery where she works. We headed up to the diner and settled ourselves in a booth by the counter, where our waitress some came by to ask us what’ we’d like to drink. We ordered our drinks and then looked up at the menu board to decide what we wanted for breakfast. Cat decided on the cheese omelet and I ordered the french toast with a side of ham.
Looking around the restaurant, I realized this wasn’t a place that would ever win five stars from Michelin, but that had woven itself into the fabric of the community. The 15 booths were all filled with locals talking about their plans for the upcoming holidays and making predictions about the weather. The counters were filled with holiday decorations ranging from Santas to Naivety scenes and with homey touches like ceramic touches. The waitresses were kept hopping as they went from table to table topping of coffee and checking on their customers. Although our waitress was clearly a Northerner, her “hons” and “sugars” would have done the best Southern waitresses proud.
We whiled away the time waiting for our food talking about the future, chores to be done, and Cat’s upcoming graduation. Cat’s current plan is to go to UIC and share an apartment with her brother Sean. She’s been nervous about going away to collage and the thought of sharing an apartment with her brother eases her mind as it means she won’t be all alone in a strange town and she’ll be close to home in case she needs us.
When our drinks were almost done, our food arrived and we settled down to enjoy the good home cooking. My french toast was dosed with butter and cinnamon sugar and cooked to perfection. The ham was tender and tasty and Cat’s omelet was filled with just the right amount of choose.
We finished our food and I excused myself to use the ladies room and when I came back Cat told me that she’d paid the bill and I could leave the tip. I was filled with prideful bliss at the responsible and caring young woman my daughter was becoming. It was so wonderfully unexpected to be treated to breakfast that it put a smile on my face all day.
Cairn by Cairn 
I know this bliss. My daughter surprised me on Mother's Day weekend w/ a visit. She let my SMF (Special man friend) know she was coming and had him find out where I wanted to go for Mother's Day. I couldn't figure out why he was asking a couple of weeks ahead of time. The surprise on Friday when I got home from work and she was here was enough, but then on Sunday when we went out, she told me she was paying. I was shocked!!!! She is three years out of college and had just gotten a new job after a 5 months of unemployment.When she was home Christmas, she paid for us to go to the movies! Normally I pay, but she was ready w/ the money when we got to the window. It is nice when they come of age!!!.This is nice for you because Cat is so much younger!!!!!Heart
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