His task is essential this morning. Soft, sift-able powder joined with carefully measured milk and water, a sunny yolk, a drop of vanilla, and a shake or two of cinnamon. Eager mouthes anxiously await the end product: Saturday morning pancakes. He acknowledges her pleading gaze, "What color sprinkles today, Josie?" She spins the container filled with a rainbow of tiny candies and chooses her favorite colors for the week - purple and yellow. They melt quickly against the cooking batter, and splashes of color adorn her pancake medallions.
A simple prayer escapes among the scent of syrup and butter, among the sounds of squealing children and crisping bacon, among the quickened pace of feet on the kitchen floor. I capture the moment and hold on, if even for a second.
One day it will be a picture, just a snapshot, stored in the attic space of an elderly mind. But today... today I yearn for the ability to soak in the present, to bask in the glories unfolding, to rejoice in love. For He gives to me many simple joys - like sprinkles on Saturday morning pancakes.
*Sniff Sniff* Beauty.
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