My favorite meal of the day is #breakfast. It has been since I was a kid. It is literally one of the first things I think about when I wake up in the morning. My mom used to tell me that even as a baby, after I would wake up, I was always immediately wanting breakfast. She used to tell me that she couldn't get my breakfast ready fast enough for me.
Well, things haven't changed much since then. I simply have to have some kind of breakfast to get me going every day. During the work week, this usually consists of coffee and something quick (hard boiled eggs, a breakfast sandwich or when I am really lucky, leftover breakfast casserole from the weekend). But, on Sunday, it's a whole different story.
Growing up, my dad often made pancakes or French toast on Sunday mornings. Or, we would go out to eat (#CafeOlympic) and I LOVED these mornings. During graduate school, I would go out to breakfast before heading to the library and I remember never wanting those breakfasts to end. They felt like a sanctuary from the stresses of graduate work.
Now here it is, Sunday morning, and what am I contemplating?...Where I want to go for breakfast this morning. Apart from enjoying the food, I also like the adventure of going out for breakfast. I like trying new places and breaking away from routine. I enjoy conversing and connecting with loved ones as well as coming up with a plan for how I want to spend the rest of my day. It's just this little sweet spot in my Sunday during which I can slow down and feed my soul (as well as my stomach).