Sunday, October 29, 2006

Sweet Moments

I was laying in bed this morning trying to decide how long I could linger under my cozy blankets, when I heard the pattering of footsteps and giggly whispers outside my door.

In marched my young ones with a tray of breakfast for Mom.

Warm baked oatmeal, hot cinnamon milk and a glass of juice. Served on a fish tray.

The food was delicious. The juice was delightful. The presentation was priceless.

My cup truly overflows.


Dina said...

aaahh moments like those are a taste of HEAVEN!!

KMiV said...

That is precious. I remember when my brother and I used to do that for our mom. I guess I should introduce that into our boys' mind.