Friday, November 12, 2010
This morning my daughter caught me having leftover birthday cake for breakfast. Before she had a chance to admonish my poor nutritional choice, I told her to grab a fork. As we sat together slowly increasing our glucose levels, she told me she loved these special moments. "Remember that one time you made French Toast for us at 11 o'clock at night? That was so much fun!" Yes, that was fun. And so was this. It's amazing how quickly a simple, unexpected activity can turn into a special moment. I can't wait to see what special moments tomorrow brings . . .