The Tray
The other day I went to get a tray from the kitchen to transport some food. As I went to grab it I paused and reflected and had a little smile for this piece of wood. I vividly remember purchasing this tray at Target, of course. My boyfriend and I would often eat in his basement & we needed a way to bring our dinners downstairs. I can still picture us now, two twenty-somethings with the world at their feet eating dinner off the tray. That tray saw us fall in love. Fast forward several years and the tray was now being used for a different reason, bringing me food & drink as I nursed our baby. Like Pavlov’s dog I would get excited when I saw the tray with water & a snack. It nourished me as I nourished our baby. For a while in our family the tray was known as the Sick Tray. When our kiddos got sick we would bring them food & drink on it while they sat on the couch & watched a movie. That Sick Tray saw our kids through many an illness through the years. Thr