I love breakfast. It is easily my favorite meal of the day. I have always been a fan of breakfast, at least as long as I can remember. My mom cooked us breakfast almost every day before school. With four growing kids, cereal would have been expensive, so she just cooked us things: cream of wheat, oatmeal, cheese toast, french toast, pancakes, scrambled eggs. I don't think I appreciated enough what she did. Now, hot breakfast is a real treat. Since I have to get to the hospital so early, I don't usually have time to cook something. My standard breakfast these days is a bowl of cereal, often with banana on it. Usually either raisin bran, raisin bran crunch, wheat chex, frosted mini wheats, or whatever else was on sale. This week it has been life, which probably my favorite cereal. Yesterday, though, was great. Since it was the first saturday in a few months where I have not had to go to the hospital to round, I got to sleep in. I woke up and read in bed for a little while until Jeff also woke up. Then I made french toast with cinnamon raisin bread. Yum. And we also ate some fruit salad. With fresh pineapple. Yum again. I just don't think anything could be better than good breakfast. Except maybe something chocolate.