Breakfast ’round the table
Capturing this pair of bluebirds ’round the breakfast table this morning reminded me of another pair of “lovebirds” doing the same thing since 1949. That’s when my mom and dad were married.
Although I’m not a very nostalgic kind of guy, I remember many wonderful meals ’round our table – especially breakfast. Mom would fix sausage, eggs, and toast, and dad would hoist me up on his lap and go about thrashing the meat and eggs into tiny pieces. Why? Because that’s the only way I would eat it – tiny pieces, on his lap!
Kathleen and I still enjoy that kind of breakfast every now and then. The same kind of thrashing goes on, but not the lap part.
