Thoughts and time.

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.

Little things.

Time to notice.

Time to pray for people that I love.

Time to offer thanks.