Resonant breakfast

I truly lead the life of Brian. My wife's ability to navigate through the kitchen is a thing to behold. Even better, she tolerates my annoying habit of pulling out the camera whenever she finishes a dish.

On this morning, the kids were waiting impatiently around the kitchen table for Mom to finish their pancakes. They bubbled with anticipation as they each prepared their plates for the feast to come.

But the sights and sounds were only the beginning. The house smelled like home. The sun's rays filled the kitchen with warmth and promise. All was right with the world during that small moment in time.

So the light that bathes this image served a greater purpose than simply making a picture possible. It hopefully painted a picture, a day, an experience, a moment that our kids will remember well into adulthood. It also makes that morning so real to me every time I look at this photo. Warmth, after all, makes itself known in more ways than one.

One last thing before you leave a comment: Click on the image to bring up the high-resolution version. I practically want to eat the pancakes off of my screen. Go on, I'll wait.

Your turn: Can you tell us about a particularly perfect morning in your life? Beyond describing what it looked like, what did it feel like? How can a seemingly ordinary moment become so special, and so worth remembering?