I’ve been cleaning out rooms and I found my Daddy’s vintage Crimson Tide Coffee Cup.
I miss my parents terribly. I miss talking to them every morning. When they answered, my Mama would answer one phone and my Daddy would answer the other phone with Excitement and Love for me.
My Mama would tell me what they ate for Breakfast and how that one friendly squirrel would watch them at their Breakfast Nook Window. I knew already my Mama had cereal with sliced bananas and Daddy had soupy Oatmeal. Except on Saturday Mornings, he prepared “ A Good Ole Southern Breakfast”, of course with perfect Cathead Biscuits, an old southern term to describe the biscuits as big as a Cat’s head. And to top this delicious breakfast off, my Daddy made Sawmill Gravy. I can still smell this Big Special Breakfast that is one of my favorite Traditions growing up.
My patient Mama would clean up the Messy Kitchen with Flour everywhere with appreciation.
I never grew tired of hearing their Good Morning routine. My parents showed Gratitude and Joy in Everyday Life.
I’m a Blessed Daughter to have been taught my Foundation of Faith. They began their Day with Prayer and ended their Day with Prayer.