It’s a rainy Saturday morning here. My kids otherwise known as Tiny destroyers wanted pancakes for breakfast. And eggs. And sausage but I didn’t have any sausage.
I’m not known for my great cooking skills ..give me a book to write and you got it…hand me a spatula and I’m hopeless.
But as I sat trying to eat my burnt pancakes that were raw on the inside and my runny scrambled eggs I noticed the kids weren’t eating. They had turned on Chris Botti, my favorite trumpet player and were just smiling away this morning. They were mimicking him … pantomiming playing the trumpet.
It didn’t matter to them if their food wasn’t IHOP quality. We were all sitting together eating breakfast together for the 1st time in days …maybe weeks.
I was thankful for all their smiles. My tiny destroyers were happy …and if they got hungry then I couldn’t mess up PB&J for lunch… could I????