The door squeaked open slowly and I could see her smile beaming through the small crack from the other side.
“I want to make you breakfast in bed, momma,” she said with a whisper.
“What do you want to make?”
“It’s a surprise!”
How could I say no?
I could hear some faint banging and cabinet doors clanking shut. She was humming, I think.
“Momma, can you help me open this?”
It was the jelly. Damn lid gets her every time.
“Sure, sweetie. I’ll be right there.”
I threw on my robe and went in to the kitchen to help her open the jelly. And then I got to watch her put the final touches on my breakfast.
She was working diligently to arrange all of the candy corns in a perfectly spaced pattern on the buttered and jellied sourdough toast.
Served up with a smile. Now, isn’t that just the sweetest breakfast ever made?
Justin Knight says
This post made me smile. Buttered and jellied sourdough toast AND candy corns? I’m all over it!
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