Sweet Sunday Morning

Usually Sunday mornings at our house are even more hectic and crazy than the weekdays.  It is the conflicting views that Sunday, being a day of rest, is meant for sleeping in and also that church should not be an optional activity.  This most generally leads to us getting up at 9 a.m. in a rush to make it to church at 10.  (It seems like an hour is plenty of time, but those of us trying to cram 5 people in & out of one bathroom in that time would argue otherwise.)  Well, all that stress magically evaporated this morning when my the man I love got up an hour early and fixed french toast for the whole family!  (And for those of you questioning that statement, yes, I am referring to my husband.)  Don't get me wrong, after we all sat down to a lovely breakfast, the stress of the morning quickly resumed, but for a few blissful moments we were able to enjoy a sweet Sunday morning.  And just a little p.s. - there is nothing that you can do to french toast to jazz it up or improve upon the original concept of bread dipped simply in milk & eggs.  No cinnamon.  No powdered sugar.  Just the basics.