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.