A Morning with Michael
It was a surprise, a complete surprise actually, because Michael is my sleepy-head and slow to get going in the morning. Just like me, really.
It was still in the six o'clock hour, Jon was buttoning up his shirt and nearly ready to leave for work, and I was sitting up in bed reading while sipping the last bit of coffee Jon had brought up. I could hear Michael rattling around in the kitchen, but I figured he was up early playing with his new little submarine in the kitchen sink. Then he appeared with a handsome but shy grin, carrying the breakfast he had prepared for me.
He handed me a glass of water, and a slice of bread with raspberry jam. He had sliced the bread himself (which I would have discouraged if I had known, but I'm glad he took the initiative nonetheless).
Then, after Jon had kissed us good-bye, Michael joined me under the warmth of the blankets while I savored my breakfast. I had been reading from 1 John 3 about the outworking of love, and together we had a sweet discussion. He ran to get his Bible so that he could read it for himself and underline some verses.
These are the memories that are most precious to me.
Later in the kitchen I discovered he had tried to reach the silver platter on which to deliver my breakfast, and that he had written a little note but forgot it on the counter. Sweet, thoughtful boy.




Those verses were very encouraging to me today! Thank you!
That brings back memories of when my children brought me the very same breakfast. However, our bread was pre-sliced, but frozen! I can't say frozen bread with jam was appetizing, but of course, I ate every bite, knowing that it was made with great thoughtfulness and love. Savor these moments.
~Karen
oh what a sweet time :)
Sweet memories...Glad to find your blog! Now I can remember you too!