I'm sitting at my parents breakfast nook.
No one else is home.
My dad set up the coffee maker to make me a perfect cup of strong coffee before he left this morning.
There is a note from mom about having "real Nuremberger bratwursts" for dinner. But she asks it as a question because she always wants to make sure we all approve. Need to remember to tell my sister.
I want to remember this moment. It almost feels tangible.
Time to notice.
Time to pray for people that I love.
Time to offer thanks.