Happy Father’s Day!
My favorite Dad memory, rather memories, were our semi-regular breakfasts. It’s funny how the most routine events are the ones that mean the most later in life. I think it’s because of time rather than money spent, but I digress. Back to the Dad breakfasts…
There are four kids in my family, but my younger brother didn’t come onto the scene until I was fifteen so for the most part there were just the three kids in the breakfast rotation. Because my dad had to work a lot these breakfasts were a special time spent where each of us could have his undivided attention for that morning.
One of the best parts, aside from the Dad time, was that Dad let us pick where we wanted to go out that morning. Of course when I was young “fancy” was getting a sausage, egg and cheese croissant at Burger King. And orange juice. I would eat each part of the sandwich individually too, just to prolong the sublime dining out experience. 🙂 Then when I got a little older and my tastes refined, Dad and I would head to a local diner instead. We’d talk about everything. School, his job, religion, current events…it was wonderful. These breakfasts taught me that it didn’t really matter where we ate, it had everything to do with time alone with my Dad and his undivided attention.
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