“You need to let the little things that would ordinarily bore you suddenly thrill you.”
~~ Andy Warhol
They say there is no such thing as a free breakfast…but they’re wrong.
R and I had a big wonderful breakfast with our bestie Cricket today.
I had eggs and hash browns and bacon and sausage and biscuits and gravy and French toast and coffee and apple juice. R and Cricket had variations of that plus huge made to order omelets.
Seems the hotel messed up on a few things including the fact that the hot tub at the pool is broken—something I was counting on to help celebrate my anniversary. Back is killing me.
To make up for it they gave us a free breakfast at the hotel morning buffet.
Everything was good. Really, really good. And then there was the company of friends.
A free breakfast.
A huge variety of stuff.
I didn’t have to fix it.
It would have been a pain and then there would have been the cleanup.
Instead we get a huge breakfast on out anniversary and all we gave was a tip. Because of course why punish the waiters?
What a perfect beginning for the day.
I got a nap in there too.
Didn’t have to take a vacation day (of which I don’t have any left this year) to celebrate said anniversary either.
Not bad at all.
It’s the little things in life.
And fifteen years with my lovely husband isn’t a little thing.
Neither is a free breakfast in a world where what I had would have fed a family.
I am remembering to be grateful.
It’s the best way to live.