Most Saturday mornings I cook a big breakfast, normally pancakes or waffles with some kind of eggs, bacon or sausage. It’s often the only day of the week that we’ll have juice. But I like having a big breakfast once in a while. While we were living at my parents’ house (it was five weeks, by the way) I continued this tradition and my dad loved it. He commented frequently that he loved my breakfasts. A couple of weeks ago we were all up early (before 7) and I made breakfast and we served it outside while it was still cool. All of us were there - my mom and dad, plus the five of us and their dog, sitting by the pool, enjoying our breakfast.
These moments are incredibly precious to me and I think that they are important to my parents too. It’s been nearly ten years since I moved away and during that time I got married and had three children. They’ve only had snippets of time to enjoy with their grandchildren and now they get to watch our children grow up. Despite all the anxiety and stress that this move has caused, it’s all worth it. We know that this is what the Lord has asked us to do and being with my parents on a regular basis is just icing on the cake.
So last night I rang them up and invited them over for breakfast at our new place, if they were available. Dad said that he’d call me back in the morning. So about 7:30 he called to say that they’d love to come and they’d be over about 8. I started getting the pancake batter ready and I cut up some melon, preparing for their arrival. We told the girls that Grandma and Grandpa were coming over and they rushed to get their rooms tidied up.
And I’m so glad that we don’t have to say goodbye.