Sunday, October 26, 2014

Sunday Morning Tradition

I'm baking Cinnamon Rolls.

It's become a weekend tradition.

I don't eat them but Sarah's girls devour them!

They do all the things little girls do when Cinnamon Rolls are cooking ... fight to see who's licking the icing from the plastic container ... take a bite of uncooked dough ... rush to pick the rolls with the most icing.

I enjoy the show.

Things are backwards this morning.

Maddie, the 13 year old, is up first and we're quietly talking in the kitchen about boys who like her, the boys who like her butt, homework she needs to do and why Gypsy, the formerly gender confused cat, won't shut up.

He's meowing to the top of his tiny little lungs.

"Attack!" I say to Goddess pointing at the cat.

Goddess sighs heavily and goes back to sleep laying on the floor.

The oven beeps altering me it's finished pre-heating.

"Yay!" Maddie exclaims staring at her phone which is permanently in front of her face and ... it warms my heart that Cinnamon Rolls create such happiness.

The noise of Netflix rises from downstairs so I know Laurel, the 10 year old, is awake.

Surprisingly Cassidy, the 7 year old, is still asleep ... she's normally my morning companion.

Sarah, of course, is sound asleep with Winston The Little Gay Dog curled in a ball beside her.

The sun rises into the branches of the Palm Tree with the oyster eyes, coconut bra and grass skirt, flooding beams through the sliding glass doors into the kitchen.

It's much too bright for Maddie who wraps herself in a blanket and retreats to the dining room to wait for the Cinnamon Rolls to finish baking.

Smelling the rolls as I take them out of the oven Cassidy rushes into the kitchen like Kramer on Seinfeld still putting on her Monster High housecoat.

Even Goddess snickers at the site.

Laurel yells she'll be up soon.

Sarah and Winston TLGD sleep through the blessings beginning this day.

And I smile at the warm happiness that fills this house.