I 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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