Here is a huge disclaimer – these days I am not usually up early enough to catch a sunrise. Back in the day, when our kids were babies those sunrise risings were definitely part of the drill. But these days not so much- make that basically never – except for this morning.
I got up super early today to make breakfast for beloved twin brothers who slept over last night after losing in the finals of their middle school baseball championship (damn tough loss, too.)
Over the years we have had the absolute joy of spending summers with these funny, sturdy guys who live in our neighborhood and have become treasured members of our family.
Grace and I drove up to Rhode Island yesterday to see them play. They are amazing athletes in all sports, but they especially love baseball. It took a little bit of the sting out of the loss when they and their cheering section – their dad, my brother, my niece, Grace and I – who turned out to root for them on a foggy, chilly New England coast night, shared pizzas, fries, salad and soda at a local place afterwards.
And then – because what the heck it was almost Memorial Day weekend – their dad said the boys could finish their homework and stay overnight at our house.
So, they did.
But getting up for the 6:15 am school bus came awful fast.
This morning I kept thinking about Saint Mother Teresa’s iconic statement: “Not all of us can do great things, but we can do small things with great love,” as I fried some bacon and scrambled up some eggs for breakfast sandwiches at dawn. The scent of the bacon filled the kitchen and beyond.
Who doesn’t love that?
The half-awake boys devoured the sandwiches and by the time Grace came downstairs to drive them home in time to make the school bus, the rosy fingers of dawn were wrapping us all in technicolor light.
A not so small thing in a room filled with great love for all we share – win, lose or breakfast – together.