This morning I was toasted by a two year-old
Who raised her orange juice glass to mine and said,"To You!"
She brought the morning; she moved a mountain;
She brought flowers out of a barren land and sunlight from darkness.
What a way to start the day-affirm and celebrate!
So here's to you.
Familiar faces at my breakfast table.
Here's to smiles, sleepy kisses and theological questions at dawn!
Here's to unbrushed teeth, unmade beds, and unpicked-up clothes!
Here's to dirty tennis shoes with one blue sock and one brown.
Here's to last night's scores and news told before I read it!
Here's to my cold cup of coffee, to the lunch forgotten.
Here's to the little girl who wants ice cream with her eggs!
Here's to the daddy who thinks it's funny.
Here's to the man who loves us so and let's us know.
I cherish you who breakfast with me.
You are sun in my rain-sustenance and star.
By Ann Weems