Mornings

Today I will write the most useless post ever, that will mean nothing to any of you, but that it makes me feel good therefore I want to write it on my blog.
I love mornings, I am a morning person, I love to wake up and hear the birds outside and feel that morning cold while I am still under my warm,comfy blanket. I love to just stay in my bed and listen, and at that time I put all my thoughts in order and prepare for the day. Sometimes I can even fall asleep again, but that moment is my moment.
I remember being little and listening to my dad get out of bed at like 6am and as I heard the rattlings and hustlings I would get up find him and always ask the same question:
"What are you doing daddy?"
Of course I always knew the answer, but there was something safe about asking that question every time. The weekends were my favorite.
After the famous question my dad would answer something like "having breakfast, want to eat something?" And man we had fun!
He would put a coat over my pajamas and we would go to the bakery near our house, the cozy smell of fresh baked bread is the best, mixed with the smell of coffee and pastries...Heaven! My dad would always buy a pastry for me, my brother and for mom, and happily we would go back home. My dad made coffee in one of those coffee things you put coffee at the bottom with water and heat it up and then the coffee just comes up like a little geyser, they always fascinated me:P
He would cut the bread and always let me eat the inside of his bread(can´t remember the name in English, but I am telling you that is the best part) and make scrambled or fried eggs(and my dad makes the best eggs ever). I remember just sitting at our kitchen table looking at my dad doing all these things and how joyful I felt, I never wanted my mom or brother to wake up at that time and come in because I loved just having my dad there, cooking and explaining things for me. He would set the table all nicely just for us, or other times we would just sit on the sofa and watch cartoons together or occasionally if it was on, some Animal Planet or National Geographic(oh yeah the nerd in me). Because I was too little to have coffee my dad would just give me milk with a tiny bit of coffee and loads of sugar, my heaven, and my scrambled or fried egg sandwich. We had fun, those memories never quite left me and when I am home and in the mood for it I still wake up at 6am and make my sandwich and coffee(now just plain black, with loads of sugar) and have my quiet morning time, thinking about my day and my life.
I hadn´t thought about those memories of mornings in quite a while, I have been always too busy, but todays as I lay in bed and actually got to thinking they popped in my mind and I could just see my dad and hear the ratkings and hustlings and I was happy.
I love mornings!
Well hope you at least find this useless post funny, or amusing in some way.
Childhood memories are the best! So today and if you are in the mood for it just think about a childhood memory and smile...