I head their way after I walk the dogs in the morning.
Dad's usually asleep when I arrive.
I go thru the front so the garage door doesn't wake him.
Mom gets me a coffee started.
We end up sitting on the family room floor, quietly catching up and playing with the cats.
It's not long before Dad comes waddling thru in his boxers.
He says Hi, kisses Mom and heads off for a quick bath.
Then he gets breakfast started -- my favorite, an egg and bacon sandwich on toast.
We chat about this and that.
It's nice out so we eat on the porch.
Birds singing.
A neighbor's dog barking.
A cow mooing off in the distance.
The sun pouring in.
A second sandwich for good measure.
We play with the cats some more and it's not long after that I'm headed home.
Ready to kickstart the day.
Fueled in ways that I appreciate more and more.

Oh these Sunday mornings with Mom & Dad.