Morning moments, any time really, can bring us to thoughts of the people, places and things that we love! My ‘quiet son’ told me once, “Mom, I think about you every day.” Not a significant statement for the world or anyone else. For me, I think about it every day.
Thinking happens fast. One can cover the world, faith,family, friends, the past, present and future in no time flat. . . in the thinking world. On this lovely Valentine morning I’ve covered all that. Whew! Time for breakfast. Keeping with the theme, and my taste buds, I should probably keep it sweet today.
It is said, “We become our mothers.” I suppose that means in the little things we do and say. I catch myself in things that she did. My mom was a farm wife. Didn’t matter how much dirt she had been into outside, she would still make things pretty when she could. For my Valentine breakfast I decided to toast some whole wheat bread, sneak a little candy from the gifts given to me, and top it off with the world’s best Blackberry jam. Had to look in three drawers before I found the jam spoon with the crystal end. You can’t serve jam, not even to yourself, without a beautiful spoon. Didn’t you know that?