As a single mom, I pulled together my pennies to buy the ingredients for a nice meal for my parents on Father’s Day. Always watching, my three- and four-year-olds took note of this act of honoring my Dad on his special day. The next morning I was awakened by the most cherished sight.
These two precious preschoolers brought breakfast to me in my bed. Because we had very little food in the house, they improvised with what they could find. On a carefully balanced tray, they brought me what turned out to be a feast for my soul.
They had found a hot dog bun in the back of the refrigerator. First they split and covered it with peanut butter, and then they put it into the toaster. (God obviously had His hand on them!)
So my breakfast in bed was a little glass of water and two melty peanut butter toasts. They proudly presented it to me proclaiming, “Mommy, you’re the best Daddy we’ve ever had! Happy Father’s Day!” They cuddled with me and we all shared my breakfast.
That is one of the most extraordinary gifts I’ve ever received. I gladly went to work a little late that day with a huge smile on my face.