a good morning it was

this morning, 

we made our way to the kitchen.

we passed by the window,

where your john deere tractor

sat covered in fresh snow.

left out

from an oddly warm january day.

we turned on a little music

lit an almond scented candle

and you climbed on 

your bright red stool

to start stirring up the mix 

for blueberry pancakes.

i sat on the counter 

and took pictures of this  moment.

wanting desperately

to remember it forever.

wishing my camera could capture

the music, 

the smell of almonds, 

the fresh blueberries, 

and pure maple syrup.

you asked that we start adding the "strawberries" 

then begged and begged to eat your pancakes as i cooked them.

we sat down to a lovely breakfast,

just the two of us.

said our prayers

and dug into those yummy pancakes.

your pancakes cut into tiny little pieces

your lips smeared with blueberries

our cups filled with apple juice

my plate soaked in syrup......

a good morning it was.