A memory

I remember being a little girl going to school and not being happy with getting up in the morning.  Especially in the middle of winter, when it was still dark out.

I remember on very special days, for no reason at all, waking up to the smell of blueberry muffins baking in the oven and knowing that today was going to be a good day because we were going to have a special breakfast.  (Thanks Moogie.)

My kids are getting cinnamon buns tomorrow morning.  I hope they remember it in 20+ years too.