Poor Djeryd misses so many yummy breakfasts. He gets up before the crack of dawn and heads off to Seminary and school while the rest of us slumber for a bit longer.
Most days are cold cereal, but every once in a while a special breakfast comes along – spicy-sweet oatmeal or eggs and toast. And every once in a very blue moon, perhaps if it’s a heart-filled holiday, a weekday breakfast will be comprised of pink pancakes and fancy dishes.
It is special
and sweet
and fun.
I’m not very good at traditions, but I am diligently trying to make special days feel a little more special. I have to force myself to take the time to make the memory, in some small way.
Oh, and, happy birthday to me!
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