breakfast collageI awoke this morning to smell of something cooking.   The many wonderful smells and aroma of food doesn’t exist in my house unless I’m in the kitchen, so what was I smelling?  Curiosity got the best of me, down the stairs I went and I found this beautifully set table with french toast, smoothie, raspberry-strawberry sauce and both boys politely waiting for me so we could all have breakfast together.  My oldest son, Brendan, cooked up a fabulous breakfast and it felt glorious to be served instead of doing the serving.  I’m not sure what or why this transpired this morning but I hope to wake-up to more special moments like the one this morning in the very near future!


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Just taking one step at a time and writing about the simple pleasures that make me smile.

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