A pastor and his wife were debating who should make the coffee for breakfast each morning. The wife says, "You get up first, YOU should make it."
The pastor replies, "You're in charge of all the cooking duties, it's YOUR job."
The wife thinks for a moment and says, "The BIBLE says that the man should make the coffee."
The pastor laughs and says, "If you can show me where in the Bible it says that, I'll make the coffee and never say another word about it!"
She grabs a Bible, and points out that atop MULTIPLE pages it says,....HEbrews.
In life we are often presented with a choice. To see what we have. Or what we don't have.
This morning was not unlike many other mornings. I would get up with the children, make breakfast, referee a fight or two before even making it to the table. Beg my keurig to work it's magic, then forget about said product of genius. Among having an involved debate about which breakfast food item would grace the table this morning, dealing with little e's melt down over her milk being in the wrong cup, "stop throwing your food, eat like a human, not like a pig, sit up at the table, turn around....you can feed the fish AFTER you eat, yes you have to eat that, you picked it....half an hour or more has passed and here I sit with cold coffee and a stale almond poppy seed muffin. Breakfast.
In an attempt to be momentarily transparent I will admit that sometimes I am not 100% mentally present at breakfast. I am day dreaming of being embraced by a big fluffy robe. Sitting in Moro Bay over looking the ocean sipping a hot cup of coffee. Peacefully enjoying the taste of my Brulée, Soufflé, Flambé french toast that my charming husband brought back early this morning from Frankie & Lola's on the embarcadero. The smell of the salty air. The sweet sounds of fishing boats leaving the bay. The occasional squawk of a seagull.
Brought back to reality by the realization that wasn't a sea gull, little e is squealing again because BIG E told her not to eat her yogurt with her hands. The world is ending. Like the unruly waves of high tide my life is crashing over me. And it could not be any closer to perfect. I am so very blessed to spend each and every day shaping the little beings that God has entrusted me with. I have a husband who loves me, and proudly serves his country; going to work every day to ensure our liberties as Americans stay in tact. I have two children so beautiful that in the last 5 years i have NEVER gone into public with them and NOT been stopped by a stranger wanting to pay a compliment. Our family resides in a home we can call our own. I have a growing business that provides me with an outlet to practice my passion while blessing others with life long memories, frozen in a photograph.
Sure, I may rarely eat a hot meal, but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. This time I have with my children so small, and still wanting to be at the same breakfast table as me will pass too quickly. So for today I will choose to view life from the perspective of breakfast. Chaotic, cold and stale at times, but bestowed upon me as a gift.
