Tahni shrugged her shoulders “I don’t know, we just love breakfast.”

Joseph agreed. “Its just a time for us to be together. Know what I mean?”

I smiled inside. Yes, yes I know exactly what you mean. At once I was reminded of a very special quote from Anne Spencer, an American poet during the Harlem Renaissance. She said “A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one’s husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.” So. True. We just don’t slow down enough. These days its all about the “Meal on the go”, a quick peck on the cheek before heading off the rat race called life. But when you have breakfast with someone special, it makes a statement. Its a proclamation that the bills, the conference calls, the dry cleaners, all of that can wait. Because the absolutely most important thing in your life is sitting right across from you breaking a yolk with the corner of a piece of toast.

Sometimes when my life gets really busy and I tend to get all caught up with all that is going on in my little bubble I like to do something kinda silly. I like to make breakfast for dinner. Nothing grand like my grampy’s biscuits and gravy or anything tedious like that. Just something simple. A couple over easy eggs and some REALLY crispy bacon will suffice. And we’ll sit in bed and watch Family Guy together, sharing a glass of freshly squeezed, like it was a Saturday morning and we have nothing better to do than be together. And even though we may not have started the day together we sure as hell are going to finish it. Together.