On Joanna Beckett's birthday, the whole family would go out to eat dinner. But before that, right after her husband went to work, she and her daughter, Kate, would go to the café down the street for coffee and muffins. It was a chance to catch up, especially when it came to the girl talk that Kate didn't necessarily want her father in on.
Every year, on Joanna's birthday, Kate and her father still went to dinner after visiting the gravesite.
And every year, Kate still went to that café for breakfast.
Kate tossed her coat over her arm and grabbed her keys on the way out the door. Pausing suddenly, she bit her lip and spun on her heels, thinking back to that last breakfast.
"Just give it a few years," her mother had said. "It'll be you, me, and my granddaughter."
Kate laughed.
"Mom, I'm not even seriously seeing anyone right now," she had answered with a smile.
"A few years is relative," her mother clarified. "But you better be giving me a granddaughter eventually."
Kate smiled at the memory and dug her phone out of her pocket.
"Hey…You up for breakfast, on me? I can get you there. Sure. I'll come get you. I'll see you soon, Alexis."
She was grinning as she headed out.
Her mom would have loved Alexis.