Who is watching?

A true tale written long ago and rediscovered.

Every morning I wake up very early and after our family of 11 spends a little time together we head off in our different directions.

I head off to the kitchen to prepare my same breakfast, eaten in the same chair in the same location at our kitchen table for years. My breakfast of champions is a precise 3-minute soft-boiled egg, one piece of buttered wheat toast with a cup of coffee laced with enough creamer to make it beige and not black.

One day to my immense surprise I discovered at that kitchen table that SOMEONE had not only exactly prepared my egg and toast but they had set it all on its own special placemat with a little vase of fresh flowers next to the 3-minute egg.

Who in the world noticed not just the details of my exact same breakfast but added their own special touches?

Peeking around the corner with the biggest smile on her face was the youngest in our family – our 7 yo daughter.

I was basking in the joy of her attention and kindness when her 14 yo brother walked by, glanced over, and exclaimed, “Hey Mom, I didn’t know you ate eggs!”