It's the little things

Rod made me breakfast this morning before church (French Toast) and it started my day off so great. I don't think he realizes it's the little things that mean so much. He asked me what I wanted for breakfast and he was probably secretly hoping I'd just say "cornflakes" but I said French Toast. So as I got ready for the day he whipped up a batch of delish French Toast. We like ours made with a little cinnamon and teeny bit of vanilla extract mixed in the egg mixture. Then we top it off with our favorite butter pecan syrup. Mmmmm. It really is the little things that mean so much.