My dad came to visit us this past week. What a blast. He snowbirds in Florida, making the winter months scarce for visits. Now that he’s back in town, he bopped over to our house to see the kids, chat business with Hubs, and hang out with me.
My dad is super chill and laid back. He’s been retired for a while and lives a pleasant, fun, very social life. I’m happy for him and proud that he’s created exactly what he intended for himself.
Imagine my surprise when he rose at 7 a.m. this week to make breakfast. The kiddos get on the school bus at 7:49 a.m.- give or take- and Grandpie was up and about early, working on a meal for all six of us before that bus came down the lane.
He stopped at his favorite Deli in Astoria before his trip to us, bought kielbasa and bacon, and decided to make kielbasa and eggs for breakfast. He shreds the meat with a cheese slicer, adds a ton of shredded cheese and cooks it up: packed with good protein and fats.
I have declined this meal many times throughout my childhood. But now, as an adult, I’m so grateful for the help, so thankful he’s passed this super simple, delicious meal he shared with his father, that I ate it all up. LM3 liked the kielbasa the most out of everyone and asked for seconds.
This week, our peace came in the form of a shared meal. Reflecting back on the week, this is the thing that centers me and brings calm to my mind. A simple breakfast, steady, generous hands to make it, and full tummies.
What brought you peace this week? Share the peace.
4 the Love of Peace 