I woke up at 6 am. Lazuli started to cry. Even though I was supposed to be meeting with Leon, I sat down next to her crib and gave her a tendril of my hair which she held and kissed and sucked on. I read to her in Spanish hoping that she would go back to sleep. She settled down but didn't go back to sleep until around 6:45. Maybe the next day she would sleep later.
I had to get started on breakfast, so I chopped potatoes, onions and bell peppers while we listened to a teaching. We had some rolls left over from last night. If I served them with lots of butter and honey along with 15 or so soft fried eggs, we'd have a satisfying breakfast.
At 7:30 Naphtali rang the breakfast bell. The food was laid out on the counter like a buffet. Leon and I served up our plates first, then the rest of the ladies and the little ones. Finally the big boys who are the hungriest of all filled their plates. When everyone was gathered together at the table, someone prayed. I think it was Ephraim. Then we all sang a song, which ended up being Jingle Bells because Leon let Elsie pick.
There are quieter breakfast tables. There are tables where no one jostles each other, kicks their sister underneath or says anything rude. Maybe I could have had a table where I was allowed to drink a whole cup of hot chocolate while it was still hot. However, without several children fighting over whose turn it was to make it for me, i'm sure it wouldn't taste so sweet.
Sometimes I whine about my full table and all the work it requires to put enough food on it and keep it clean. But, when I'm thinking rightly,..when I'm less selfish,.. I know that I don't want any other table. I am blessed beyond what I ever could have hoped for, and never could have earned.
My cup is truly overflowing and it's overflowing with sweet, golden honey. Sticky? ...yah,
sticky is good.
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