As I wrote on the very first blog entry, Toast Man and I decided to begin our breakfast excursions as a consistent tradition. A time to stop and be together as a family, no matter what happens.
Each week we vowed to put down our cell phones and just talk, play, and eat. Each week we were excited about our Saturday morning tradition.
But one week things changed. Our relationship came to an end, due to personal reasons. And we took several weeks away from the table.
But, eventually the dust settled, we resumed once more. Things aren't perfect. We still bicker, and the feelings are often tense, but once more we are pulling it together for that one day a week where our family is reunited, to talk, to laugh, and be together...over toast.