Breakfast With My Boys

I had to hurry and make note of this happy little occurrence. Read on...

Over a year ago I blogged about being alone at the breakfast table and enjoying it. Need a refresher, read here. This morning the complete opposite of last years post happened...I was actually able to have breakfast with J & C.

A lot has changed, and a lot has not, since last years post. The boys are older, one has an appetite that has outgrown him, and the other, well, C still eats no more than cereal, toast or pancakes for breakfast. This morning I had one request for scrambled eggs (oh yes, this has changed since last year, J now eats eggs but only scrambled) and one for pancakes. I went with the scrambled eggs. C opted for toast. Anyway, after the eggs were scrambled and sausage was done, I got everyone's plates and drinks on the table, prayers were said, it was time to eat. It wasn't until mid conversation about some wild man television show that I realized we were having breakfast together. My heart melted just a bit. I thanked God for this time with my boys and told myself I would do this again.

There are still mornings where the boys eat and are gone from the table before I can sit. I still enjoy those mornings where I am alone at the breakfast table but I much prefer the moments of sitting with them and talking about whatever. Looking across the table at their messy little faces and their almost still sleepy eyes is something I don't want to forget.