So if one sixty fourth of your brain pays any attention to the news, I'm sure you heard about the nutcase pastor telling us that it was all going to be over yesterday. Well here I am today finishing this blog post.
But anyway, I just wanted to touch on my family breakfast yesterday. I made pancakes. Yeah, that's it. Pancakes. Better yet, they came from a box to which I added water. Tap water. That's right, tap water. Our organic water farmer from down the street was fresh out!
Part of my point is the simple joy of cooking for my family brings me. I don't care if it's some gourmet dinner with ingredients my wife and kids have never heard of or seen or if it's freaking pancakes from a cardboard box. The reaction is the same. The enjoyment and satisfaction of food. It's that simple. And that's why I cook. Food is love. Food brings people and families together.
Working in the restaurant business is a time consuming and demanding job. It takes a lot of time away from family. A price many of us who love what we do pay. My point is, my family keeps me grounded while working in a crazy business.
When I look in on my sleeping children after I come home, I'm reminded of what's most important. It makes me think.
Though the end of the world didn't come, the end could come at any time. And it could all be over in an instant. Crossing the street. Driving through a stoplight. Hell, perfectly healthy people have dropped dead for no apparent reason.
So if you have little ones, I hope you, like me never take them for granted. Cherish every precious moment. Try to remember every smile, laugh, giggle and cry. Love them unconditionally. Because the world may still be here tomorrow, but you might not be.
