Saturday, November 14, 2015

Saturday Morning Breakfast, New Bern

"I love chocolate milk."   "Me too."  "I'm ready for some turkey sausage."

I see flashing blue lights on his sneakers.   Flashing pink lights on her boots.

"Do you want me to cut up your sausage?"
Four beautiful children just sat down at the table next to me.  Four!
The mother seems to hardly get her voice about a whisper as her children eat quietly.  The three boys, one girl, help each other.  The oldest boy places a napkin on his little brother's lap.  Little brother removes it.

Mom finally gets her own breakfast and sits down to eat.  I will remember this family for a long time.

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