It's a Miricle!!

So this morning on my usual breakfast run through the cougar eat on my way to my fab Book of Mormon class I discovered a miracle. To really appreciate this miracle with me I have to take you back a year in my life.

"Senior Year our wonderful school district decided that zero hour classes were the way to go but their genius didn't stop there they continued on their wonderful path and made all the advanced music classes be zero hour classes. This meant that my Valhalla Vox or classically known swing choir would be held at 6:30 in the morning. I don't exactly know the studies but I am pretty sure that singing at 6:30 in the morning is both unhealthy and completely crazy mostly crazy. But next to that was the wondrous blessing of having zero hour seminary 530 in the MORNING!!! ha ha how I ever survived is still a mystery to me. Well I know one thing that made it better. My dad. He would wake me up at 530 (when seminary started) I'd roll out of bed grab my books and homework for the day and run down stairs in some form of sweats or pj's getting dressed that early was over rated. I would get ready at school after my real first period PE. Anyways back to rolling out of bed I would walk down stairs through the kitchen and to the cold garage throw my sports bag and backpack into the backseat of my Honda and then run back inside to pack a lunch. Now I haven't even gotten to the part that made it bearable. Usually every morning on the counter next to my sandwich (consisting of white bread, strawberry jam and crunchy peanut butter) and a whole apple always crispy and delicious... well yes next to those wonderful delights was a hot mug filled with either cream of wheat, oat meal, or if I was really lucky cracked wheat. Next to the mug was my dad giving me an encouraging hug kiss on the for head and calling to me as I ran out of the door "to make it a great day" and "remember who I was". I loved that mug filled with goodness as I would hold it in my lap in my freezing car it warmed my day and always started it off great. I don't think I could have survived zero hour seminary without my dad's breakfast to go."

As you can assume a girl could really miss those wonderfully warm and delicious breakfasts being some 30000... etc (too many to count) miles away.

Now flash back to present day I am in the cougar eat my stomach hungry for some breakfast and instead of the usual donut or muffin from the bakery I decided to try a different station hoping to grab some hash browns and eggs. well I got the the counter and saw that there was cracked wheat on the menu. My heart stopped and I thought my eyes were fouling me. I had to re-read the menu and then in high hopes questioned the lady whose name tag read Julie if it was really true that they served cracked wheat?!!! She happily replied yes ma'am so I said well I have to have bowel of that. So I walked happily to my Book of Mormon class with a warm bowel of cracked wheat in my hands and the words of my daddy playing over in my mind "make it a great day" and "remember who you are". It was a miracle morning!