My Sunday Morning Breakfast

Hellloooooooooooo friends. I know it's been a while, and I know that all of you have been patiently waiting for my next post! HA!

This beautiful Sunday morning I found myself standing in my ever-so small kitchen making a very unhealthy breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs, biscuits and of course GRAVY! Now, my luck with gravy is not the best, but today the gravy gods were on my side! Thank you gravy gods!!!!! Today it was not wallpaper paste nor warm milk. As if you can't tell I have some trouble with this southern dish.

After patting myself on the back I wondered why do I hold gravy on a food pedestal? I can't help but think it's for the simple reason that I ate biscuits and gravy every single Saturday morning growing up. From around the age of 3 to about 7 I would go out to the farm with my father to visit the grandparents and we always had gravy. ALWAYS. I would always sit in between my dad and my Grandpa Pace and my grandpa would always help me tear my biscuits into bite size pieces. And you know what, I found myself doing that this morning...ripping my biscuits up just like my hero used to do 20 some years ago.

It was right then and there as I tearing that it hit me....I like biscuits and gravy so much because it's a memory of Grandpa. I was really, really close to my grandpa when I was younger but as I got older I found myself going to the farm less and less on Saturday mornings. And it was then and there that I started to cry. Why was I crying over a plate that was about to be covered in gravy? It just hit me that I have not accepted the fact that my Grandpa Pace is dead. December 10 it will be 4 years since he passed away. How I wish I had just one more breakfast with him tearing my biscuits for me. I still think I am going to see him driving down the road when I go to the farm, but I still haven't seen him. I know I will meet with him again someday, but right now I want him here! How selfish of me to think that, I want him back for my own reasons.

I know we all say or hear to tell loved ones how we really love them, but do it! You never know when the last time will be the last. It never hurts to tell someone how you feel. Do it before it's too late. And Go Colts! Ohhh, the horror, I a Missouri girl through and through, but I will always be a Manning fan! Go Peyton...knock the Chiefs off their 3-0 record!