November 22: The “Flying Pig”
Last year, when I was in pre-retirement and the Princess was just two, we would plan one or two special days per month. The idea was to go to breakfast, enjoy a fun activity, have lunch, and then I would drop her off at home for a nap.
Since I am a planner, I made a list of several restaurant options. That proved a waste of time. Apparently she takes after her Olly – and her Daddy – and enjoys routine.
Our first outing we went to the Cracker Barrel. As we walked in the doors of the country store, she was a bit overwhelmed and not quite sure where to go or what to do. What caught her eye, however, was a mechanical toy flying in circles at the back of the store. She was quite tentative and a little scared because initially she thought it was a rather large bumblebee. Upon closer inspection, however, we discovered it was a ….Flying Pig! We both thought that was the silliest thing we had ever seen – and the fears melted away.
Little did I know what a significant moment that would be.
Every time we would plan a special day, the “flying pig” was the restaurant of choice. I even bought her one last Christmas to keep at her house.
Now that she is in school five days-a-week, our special outings are few and far between. Yesterday, however, her mom asked if I would pick her up from school. I had thought perhaps we would try a new restaurant in town, one that specializes in Grilled Cheese sandwiches – her favorite. But when I asked what she wanted for lunch her response was, “Pancakes at Flying Pig”
So, we returned to the Cracker Barrel. The flying pig has not flown overhead for months, but we still looked for him. We played with the toys, admired the penny-candy, and marveled at all the Christmas decorations before finding a seat near the fireplace to order our pancakes.
Who knew such an ordinary breakfast several months ago would become “our place” I am indeed grateful for everyday moments, for they often become the best memories.