Zack gets up before me. Like, always.
Except this morning! Huzzah! As soon as the alarm went off, I rolled out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen to turn on the oven.
Today’s Zack’s first day of classes this fall!
And that means?
Pumpkin cinnamon rolls!
Last year I tried to surprise him with a Back-to-School Breakfast, like the kind my parents used to make for us kids growing up, but it didn’t work.
I snuck out of bed at something crazy like 3 or 4 in the morning to decorate the table and hang crepe paper from the ceiling (because Back-to-School Breakfasts always have crepe paper). But after only like three minutes of me being gone, there comes Zack out of the bedroom, all confused and blurry-eyed, wondering where I went (…It was kind of adorable). And there’s me, standing on the counter, hastily trying to hide the long stream of paper behind my back. Fail.
So only tasty surprises this year. (Hence, the aforementioned cinnamon rolls.)
Zack’s in the shower. I slip into the bathroom to ask him what he’d like for breakfast: cereal or …eggs and potatoes? He’s all bashful and super cute about it, and that decides it: eggs and potatoes it shall be!
I kiss him, and he smiles. And when he smiles, everything lights up: his face, the room, my heart, the whole world.
It’s gonna be a good year.