Who would have ever imagined that making a Sunday morning breakfast would be so difficult? Today, Paul asked me to make breakfast. His request was quite simple; eggs-over easy, bacon, sliced tomatoes and toast. So, of course I made breakfast.
Man was it hard to to. We quite often had Sunday morning breakfast with our sweet Carly. Boy did she LOVE her eggs over easy. Not scrambled and not just plain fried, they had to be over easy for her. She loved to dip her toast in her "dippy eggs"!
Paul and I sat eating breakfast glancing over at Carly's place at the table. Wow..the memories came flooding back full force. This was the breakfast she loved the most. "dippy eggs, toast and bacon". Many tears filled our house this morning. Who would have ever thought that making a simple Sunday morning breakfast would stir up so many emotions? I sure didn't.
We sat through breakfast, not saying much. Of course we knew just what each of us had on our minds. How much Carly would have loved this breakfast. Her very favorite. Finally Paul said, "this is the first time you've made breakfast in a very long time isn't it"? My response,, I just looked at him and said, "yeah, it's been about 5 months.
Sunday morning breakfasts will never again be as they once were.
T. O. Y. O.
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