Memories mingling with moments

I slowly drift from sleep to my comfy place in bed. The familiar aroma of fresh coffee and breakfast cooking greets me and I 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻.

Maybe because I’m still half asleep, my mind fills with the picture of my dad making the coffee, adding a generous sprinkle of cinnamon to the grounds before brewing them. And my mom preparing something simple yet delicious for breakfast. Sometimes it was cinnamon toast. Sometimes she made egg-in-the-middle — rye toast cooked in a fry pan with butter until it was crisp, with a perfect egg in the middle and that round piece of toast that was carved out with the top of a glass to make room for the egg being the best part. I smile at this happy core memory from childhood, one that continued into adulthood anytime I spent time at my family home.

Then, fully awake, I smile again as I absorb a relatively new and beautiful core memory. It is my son, who graduated college in May, who is downstairs creating all of these familiar and soul-filling scents. 𝗜 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗻.

My mind pictures the little boy for whom I used to make cinnamon toast and egg-in-the-middle. And then I envision my young man making french-press coffee and frying up scrambled eggs his special way. He has to be at work early today and although he knows I’d be more than happy to do this for him (and in fact, on most days I am the one making coffee and preparing breakfast), he wanted to let me sleep.

So I awaken slowly and sweetly, cozy memories mingling with moments – new memories being created. And I 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, with so much gratitude and love in my heart.