What a wonderful surprise!
I woke Sunday morning to the smell of toast. I rolled over and asked the Mrs. about it, and she told me that Liv and Gabe had planned to make me a special breakfast before I headed off to work. Excellent! I rolled over, draped an arm over Beth, and nodded off. For how long, I have no idea. “When’s it coming?”, I asked. She told me I had to go to them, not the other way around. Grudgingly, I dragged my tired body out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. I was stopped by Olivia with arm outstretched and palm open. “Stop!”, she cried. Apparently, they weren’t ready. I was ordered back upstairs to shower.
I hadn’t gotten to the top of the steps before I heard the microwave ding. Apparently, that was the sign we’d been waiting for. I got called back. At our table was a small vase full of fake flowers (a leftover from Mother’s Day), a paper place card with DAD written on it, a tall glass of white milk, and my breakfast.
I was blessed with two Eggo waffles, straight out of the microwave, a piece of toast they had made nearly 40 minutes earlier, and a partially poached egg made with the side attachment of our toaster. Yummy!
The looks on their proud faces as I ate, and complimented, my way through breakfast was my favorite part. They were so proud to get a chance to practice their new skills, and I was so proud to be the recipient of such kindness.