whatever is left

Having spent most of the day outside, I hopped in the shower once we were home.

Andy had asked Tolliver to help him make dinner, and he began by taking orders, offering breakfast options. He hollered at me from the bathroom door about whether I wanted fresh berries and an english muffin, scrambled eggs or sausage. I came downstairs to the table set, milk poured, smiling boys times four. I really don't mind whatever's left because I already have more than I ever imagined.