Hello, friends! Happy Saturday!
I hope your morning coffee was excellent!
I have two stories to tell about these objects.
The metal spoon was a gift from my mother-in-law to my daughter when she turned eight months old. It was a spotaneous gift. She taught me with that spoon the way she used to give her own babies soups, many years ago. Then she put the spoon in the stroller. My daughter ate soups with it until it was too small a spoon. To this day, we still use it regularly to sweeten coffee. When I use it, I remember my mother-in-law, who adored her children and grandchildren. She was a good person.
The wooden spoon was a gift from an extraordinary friend when she went to live in Spain for a few years. When she gave it to me, the wood was the same color as the wood of the table, today it is very dark from the many coffees it has sweetened. I was very happy when she returned. Every time I use this spoon, I remember her and, many times, it all ends up in a couple of whatsApps and a date to have a coffee and update gossip. She is a very good friend, whom I love enormously.
By the way, the stain on the wood of the table is from the many coffees I have spilled there half asleep! hahaha....