Breakfast, on living alone and technology

- My niece Becky used to call breakfast "beffest" when she was a toddler.  Somehow I still think of a bowl of breakfast like this as beffest.  Organic peaches from the grocery store (very sweet), Kashi Go Lean Crisp Toasted Berry Crumble cereal and Stonyfield French Vanilla yogurt.  My standard breakfast (fruit, cereal, yogurt) and I never get tired of it.

- A sweet memory:  when my niece Amanda was about four years old, she was "helping" me make the guest room bed on Mothers Day morning at my parents' home.  We talked about how much her mom liked her present that morning.  She asked me "who is your mother?"  I replied, "Nana."  She thought about that for a moment and said, "But you don't live here."  I said that was true, that I have my own home.  Incredulous reply: "You live by yourself???"  With a look of true concern, she said, "Ohhh, you don't have anyone to pour your breakfast for you!"  

- Amanda's mom is reveling in her new role as grandmother.  She's burning up the miles driving to Pensacola to see young Monroe, a month old tomorrow.  She said she got some FaceTime with him via the iPhone app yesterday "and he smiled big when I started talking to him."

Becky (now called Rebecca) runs her own preschool in Portland, Oregon.  Amanda is the office manager of a huge plantation in the county she grew up in in northern Florida.  I'm so proud of all of them:  four nieces, one nephew, and now one great niece and one great nephew.  All delightful.