My favorite day

"All happiness depends on a leisurely breakfast."

John Gunther

Sunday morning.

While everyone is still snoozing, including the dogs, I climb out of my cozy, warm bed, pull on my robe, put on my slippers and meander up the stairs. 

It's completely peaceful, with only the birds chirping outside.

I take a minute to enjoy the quiet and the view....

while I start up the percolator.

As the sun moves across the sky, Bubba and Mini, with bellies full from their breakfast, take advantage of the rays of sunshine making patterns across the floor.....

and I begin to make breakfast.

As the smell of sizzling bacon floats through the air, I can hear the house waking up.

I get the eggs out of the refrigerator.....

and start up the toaster.

Eventually, everyone is out of bed, wiping sleep from their eyes and smiling, because they realize what day it is.

Sunday.

It's always been a tradition in my family to eat a nice breakfast on Sundays. I guess, because it's usually the only day that no one is in a rush. 

Last weekend, it was a simple breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast.

Other days it could be Eggs Benedict or french toast.

No matter what though, it's always a breakfast to eat leisurely in our jammies, while we reminisce about the past week and take time to enjoy each others company.

Yes, Sunday is most definitely, my favorite day of the week.

xo

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