Sunday Breakfast, February 22

I love Sundays. Sundays are slow and easy. A day for family; to regroup, to relax, and to prepare oneself for the week ahead. We start our Sundays with a great tradition of breakfast out. It started a lifetime ago now, two lifetimes actually, when Mark and I used to go to breakfast after enjoying sleeping late on a Sunday morning. Kip's is our restaurant of choice. A family-run greasy spoon on a busy corner in Pawtucket. The kind of place where the food is good, the coffee strong, and nothing on the menu runs you more than five dollars. We've been bringing Liam long before he was old enough to actually have breakfast himself. Soon he was able to order his own pancakes and hasn't looked back. Now we've got Connor eating with a fork and enjoying every bite. The boys run in every weekend full of excitement. They greet everyone by name as we head to our favorite booth in the back corner. Liam checks in with "the guys", a group of three or four older gentleman who eat here every morning. Momma and Daddy get their much needed coffee as the waitresses chat with the boys. It's a nice reminder of community, what I imagine neighborhoods used to be. I love Sundays.