Breakfast

The very best part of working on Saturday night is Sunday morning, when I leave work and head to breakfast with my dad. There is NOTHING that tastes better after a long, painful night shift than an Anita's breakfast burrito. It's a proven fact. There's science behind it. And there is no one I would rather share that perfect moment with than my papa.

Sometimes it's hard for me to forget the 20 admissions I had, the many issues I have to follow up on this coming week, and the projects I have coming down the line in the next months. My head swirls, and I make mental lists for myself. When I do put those things aside, and I allow myself to just completely be in that one singular moment, it always makes my heart swell. That's what Sunday morning breakfast is for me. It's just me, my burrito, and my papa watching the sunrise over a copper rooster, and it makes me so very very happy.