Laura was home this weekend.
Not only did we do some wedding planning – but she packed up more of her stuff to move into their new house.
The tool box I kept tripping on in the attic is gone.
The chin up in the basement that was collecting spider webs no longer lives here.
Her sewing machine that was covered with dust will now gather dust somewhere else.
This is all good.
But we also went through my kitchen cupboards and pulled out everything that was hers.
This was not so good.
She had quite a collection of kitchen tools and accessories that I freely used.
I’ll miss the nutmeg grater, micro-planer and cookbooks.
The sil-pat and custard cups.
The grill pan.
But in the search for her things, we were able to find and pass on to her some extras that I had.
A Christmas tray.
And that set of pot de creme cups with the divet in the bottom that makes it impossible to get out the last bite of chocolate.
It makes me smile to think of the two of them sticking their tongues in the divet to lick out the good stuff – just like she did growing up.
So amidst all the new and wonderful things in their first home, there will be some old and familiar ones.
Some heirlooms from home.
And that makes my heart happy.