8 months ago
Breakfast in Bed
I woke up early on Mother's Day morning to my five-year old daughter whispering: "Daddy, daddy, wake up. I need help making toast. It's Mother's Day, daddy. Wake up!" I pretended to keep on sleeping so as not to ruin the "surprise." She jetted around to my side of the bed, poked at me and said: "Mom, don't get out of bed." No worry on that one, sweetie! This mom isn't getting out of bed until I have to.
Daddy wakes up, groggy, and I'm silently laughing. "Now you know what I feel like every morning," I snicker to myself. The breakfast gets underway and my daughter brings me a glass of orange juice proudly informing me that she poured it herself. My heart is full.
I eat breakfast. Then the girls jump into bed and also want to eat. "We're girls too, Daddy," they inform him. "We want breakfast in bed too." So here we were, all three of us in bed eating our toast, eggs and soy sausage (yes, I said "soy" sausage - it's actually pretty good).
When I finally got out of bed, I realized the whole house was full of smoke, but I didn't mind. I turned on the ceiling fans and opened the windows. What a great morning!
Daddy wakes up, groggy, and I'm silently laughing. "Now you know what I feel like every morning," I snicker to myself. The breakfast gets underway and my daughter brings me a glass of orange juice proudly informing me that she poured it herself. My heart is full.
I eat breakfast. Then the girls jump into bed and also want to eat. "We're girls too, Daddy," they inform him. "We want breakfast in bed too." So here we were, all three of us in bed eating our toast, eggs and soy sausage (yes, I said "soy" sausage - it's actually pretty good).
When I finally got out of bed, I realized the whole house was full of smoke, but I didn't mind. I turned on the ceiling fans and opened the windows. What a great morning!
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