When they went to bed on the night of the 9th, Hope instructed Grant NOT to wake me up in the morning, as he always does. She told him to wake her up instead (I love her!). And when he did, they went downstairs and made me breakfast in bed. BY THEMSELVES!
Grant, who has helped me make coffee every day of his life, made a lovely pot of coffee all by himself. It tasted perfect, except for a few grounds at the bottom of the cup (which he called "coffee seeds" ... how cute is that?). He also made toast, and buttered it very thoroughly :)
Hope opened a can of soup, heated it in the microwave (which kind of freaks me out), got a tray out of the top of the pantry, and carried the whole thing up the stairs without spilling a drop. Amazing! I don't usually have soup and toast for breakfast, but there's nothing I would rather have had that day. They were so proud of themselves, and they had every right to be!
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