My son is having macaroni and tomato juice, with an abundance of shredded cheese, for breakfast.
It is our Family Food.
I made it earlier this week, and I made a literal VAT of the stuff, so that there would be plenty of leftovers.
It has been requested for breakfast every morning since. But he's eating the last of it, today.
The Wee One had a german chocolate cake ball for breakfast.
I had fudge.
It is one week until Christmas. My parent's 40th Anniversary is today. I find that amazing. So I am sitting here listening to the song that they danced to at their wedding, Theme From A Summer Place, and contemplating where I will be in 34 years, in the year 2043.
It is incomprehensible to me--time, like that.
So I'm sitting here, gazing out the window at the leaden sky. Thinking about my wonderful parents, who are the reason I believe in true love, and wishing for a White Christmas.