When my kids were growing up, Sunday was our huge breakfast day. My husband would always whip up his amazing omelets and bacon, we would also do toast and sausage and biscuits and gravy.
It was a tradition that we started as a young married couple, and continued through many MANY years. But as our children grew, they would often sleep in much later than Curt and I, so Sunday breakfast became something that only happened for special occasions, like a holiday, or when we have family sleep over.
We would always sit and chat about everything and anything. We talked about current events, or things we did in the past, places we lived, places we visited and so forth. It was a time to bond, to connect, to make sure everyone was doing well.
We loved these moments, but truth be told, we took them for granted, because now that we don't have these moments anymore, I miss them, and it makes my heart hurt. But it's life, and it's about change and moving on from season to season.
Maybe one day when both kids are out of the house and we are alone, we will bring this tradition back just for the two of us. Who knows? It's good to reminisce about those days though.
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