One of our Shirley family traditions has been a big breakfast on Saturday mornings. It started at Hazel and Paul Shirley's home in Dallas, Texas in the early 90s. I used to wake up to the sound of crackling bacon and the smell of homemade biscuits baking in the oven. I can still see Grandma Shirley in her pink mumu cooking away.
Anyhoo, Dad continued that tradition. He would cook for us (and make Grandma's gravy) and we would sit around in our P.J.'s and just spend time together. We had our Shirley breakfast this morning - complete with biscuits, bacon, and gravy. I had to capture this moment (and Dad's crazy bed hair, or lack thereof).
Brian's parents also live in the Little Rock area so after breakfast, Kayla and I headed for Maumelle. Here's a picture of her and Brian's dad, Jerry. Kayla calls him Papa as well.
Patty (Nana) and Kayla...and I'm not sure what they're looking at.
One of the things we told them Kayla needs for Christmas is clothes. They decided to give her this gift early so she could wear it now.
So cute!!
Kayla and I finally arrived back home tonight. Before we left Mom and Dad's today, I had this feeling of fullness and true happiness in my heart. We have overcome SO MUCH as a family and I feel we finally have a new beginning; that all the pieces of our messed up puzzle have come together. I had a reminder this weekend that God is always there, has His perfect hands in everything, and He always has a plan for us, for the people we love. He reminded me that as much as we love our family, our parents, our children, He loves us that much more. Wow. I've said this before, but I am truly grateful for my family...not just now, but always.
