Routine

Dear Meggy,
I never truly understood the meaning of this word until today.
Each of us does little things automatically every day, without really thinking about them.
These small gestures, my love, come from memories and habits from long ago. Maybe when you grow up, you’ll wake up right away in the morning like you do now, like me, and you’ll find it hard to fall asleep at night unless you have a steady routine.
Our habits are what define and comfort us, and with you, I realize this even more. After just three months, you already have your routine of playtime or reading a little book you love for its colors and pictures. Early in the morning, you have your time with Dad, and later you’re in the kitchen with Mom, baking cakes and making dough.
Even this dessert is part of a routine. Grandma’s milk soup, which she has for dinner once or twice a week in winter. Maybe it’s from that coffee-scented aroma that these little cups come to life.
Comforting bites that taste like family.

Your Mom❤.