Ahh . . . breakfast time. Over the last week or so, I have been trying really hard to drop the gears down a little bit, just enough to embrace this crucial part of our day. Mornings at our home typically have us in a crazy rush to get things done like showers, the brushing of this and that, ironing, and getting dressed so that either one or all of us can get out of the door and to where we need to be on time. The constant stream of chatter from the t.v. plays like a soundtrack during this mad race against the clock. Now, the television is turned off. It's amazing how much more your senses kick in when the boob-tube is silenced. It's been a long while since I've truly felt present at the morning table. I didn't realize until just recently, how beautiful this time of day truly is. Yesterday, we had cereal, like per usual, but this morning we decided to bring out the strawberries, have a hard-boiled egg, and slather some raspberry & apricot preserves on our toast How much more focused one becomes when you do something beyond just pouring Cheerios into an empty bowl! A routine is slowing taking place. Miss Sunshine will set the table, most of the time, by placing our mats and eating utensils down while I piece together our meal. A stack of picture books will soon find themselves to one side of her bowl, or plate, much in the same way I keep my pile of magazines beside mine. Peacefully, we will dine, taking our time to enjoy a few pictures, maybe a story or two, and share a conversation about what we want to do today. And the light, morning light, how simply wonderful you are. They say "breakfast is the most important meal of the day" and for so many reasons, I'll have to agree.