Breakfast

I know it may seem silly.  I'm well into my. . ahem. . 40's, a grown man whose been living on my own for plenty long enough.

But some days, for whatever reason, I go to my home town and stay the night with my parents.  And I just love waking up in my parents house and knowing that my Mom will fix me breakfast. 

It's not much, I don't eat a lot of breakfast. So it's not the food.  It's the presence, the act, the morning in their home and knowing that my Mom cared enough to get up and make me something to eat.