He's prepared them the way I like - over easy. One and a half over easy eggs cheerily smile up at me accompanied by slices of his homemade sourdough bread, toasted. With a breakfast this lovingly prepared, it has to be a great day. We linger over our meal. I'm savoring every bite and he is persisting through it, trying to train his taste buds, forcing his mind to expand to include something different.
He consistently surprises me and affirms my respect and love. What habit have I settled into that needs to be expanded? What line of thinking have I let sink in so deeply, that I have not allowed myself room to grow? I'd like to notice…and make room for a bit of change.
So sumptuously described and with such a relaxed tone that I feel like I've just been served my own breakfast. :) Hope the rest of the day was just as enjoyable and relaxing!
ReplyDeleteYou make it sound so delicious, even though it isn't my fav. treatment of eggs. Great descriptive piece
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post full of vivid imagery. I loved how you described each detail and ended with a reflection on your own habits. As someone who doesn't like eggs, I can appreciate the fact that he tried them today! I'm not ready. :)
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