Sunday Breakfasts

Remembering how much I loved it when my dad would make us big breakfasts, I decided that I should make Sunday breakfast for Branden. So I've made breakfast almost every Sunday since we moved into this house. (He really is spoiled.) In the beginning it was hard to convince Branden that I was ok with this- funny how he has never had ANY problem with my working all day then coming home and making dinner. I didn't want to make breakfast if he didn't want to eat it- he's an abnormal guy when it comes to eating and sometimes isn't hungry! Because I needed the reassurance that he'd eat it, he got it into his head that I didn't really want to make breakfast. Not so!

Recent happenings - my being sick among them- have interrupted our breakfast routine. I didn't realize how important this Sunday "tradition" had become to Branden until today. While I was cooking this morning he told me how excited he was for breakfast. I jokingly said that he waits all week just for Sunday morning to come around... Turns out my joke wasn't far from the truth. He said that his whole life has been fairly devoid of breakfast until I started making it for him. He actually DOES get all excited for chocolate chip pancakes, bacon and eggs made just for him.

Suddenly I'm realizing how lucky I am that my dad loves big breakfasts and was nice enough to make many for us. And my mom was really great about making sure that we ate before going to school. Sometimes it was just cold cereal, but other times it was pancakes or waffles or eggs and bacon or French toast... And during the winter there was always hot chocolate. What great memories and knowledge of love I have because my mom woke up at least half an hour early so I could go to school with a full stomach. The same goes for my dad: Breakfasts are part of the reason I know he loves me. Right now I'm lucky enough to be able to see my parents every Monday and almost every week my dad makes me breakfast and I know how loved I am.

Such a simple thing, providing a morning meal, and yet it means so much. I don't know what will happen with whatever job I get. It may turn out that I'm no longer off work on Sunday mornings and the traditions will have to change. I hope that's not the case. For all the yelling and dropping of things that I do every time I make breakfast, I do enjoy making it and REALLY enjoy the finished product.

*Just a side note* I'm quite impressed with how well my dad keeps track of things! I inevitably burn at least two pancakes, or make the bacon too crispy or drop eggs or cooking utensils on the ground. Maybe there's some sort of breakfast zen that I haven't yet learned to tap into... Or maybe he's just THAT good.