There's no place like home, and Sunday morning breakfast
Sometimes, I feel a bit guilty for having grown up the way I did. We weren't rich in terms of money, or had a lot of things, but we were extremely rich when it came to family. I have the best parents in the world, and a brother and sister I can call my best friends. We have a wealth of memories, good times shared, and have overflowed with laughter. We are rich in terms of love. Many people I know do not have a family like I do... many of my friends did not grow up the way I did. I am so blessed to have the family I have. I am truly wealthy.
This morning I went through some images I had taken over Christmas spent with my family.
These images made me long for my childhood, and Sunday morning breakfast.
Dad with Joah. Dad hasn't changed. He always took time for us, played with us, provided for us, and saw the best in us.
It continues to this day, and now it passes on to his grandson.
It continues to this day, and now it passes on to his grandson.
To me, my Dad is the ultimate example of what a Father should be.
I can't even begin to count how many times Mom has made this biscuit recipe. We had them often.
We always had every meal at the table together. A concept lost by many families today.
No TV.... cellphones didn't even exist, and facebook was what happened when you fell asleep while reading.
Mom, I know you are in your pjs in these images, and you may feel you look silly, but I think you are beautiful.
These images mean the world to me.
These images remind me of the amazing childhood you and Dad gave us!
I think Joah approves of Sunday morning breakfast :)
