My husband taught me something that I have come to cherish. Sit-down breakfast. We sit down in our dining room for breakfast every morning, seven days a week. The sun floods our table and the morning air is fresh when the glass door is open. Andreas and Beau bring fresh bakery breads from the corner Bakery Bosselmann to the table every morning, and most days I make a muesli from natural yogurt, fresh seasonal fruits, nuts and seeds. Andreas makes the lattes, and Ava looks forward to her hot chocolate. The ritual of starting each day together keeps us nourished and connected.
We are lucky that we can sit down together for dinner for most nights of each week. We dine under the watchful eyes of "Gold Jesus" in our dining room or in our cozy kitchen at the cherry wood table, eating on tall bar stools. Ava is learning to set the table using her little sketch map that we made. Fork on the left, knife on the right, blade facing in. Ava says the passed-down family blessing while we hold hands around the table. Our small circle of love, with Beau under the table.
