The second half of a man’s life is made up of nothing but the habits he has acquired during the first half. ~ Feodor Dostoevski
We are all of us creatures of habit.
I've only recently noticed just how many habits I've collected along the way: how I have coffee in the morning before the cereal, how I always sit on the right-hand side of the bus, how I check the same websites every morning.
My Dad was no exception. In fact he could've been the poster boy for habitual living. We used to go out for lunch as a family every weekend. For years it was BB's Cafe in Wairau Park. And every single weekend he would order exactly the same things: a cappuccino in a bowl with chocolate, a ham and cheese croissant (heated) and an Apricot and Cream Cheese Muffin.
We were such regulars, I even ended up working at the place. And Dad would still come in, every Sunday, for his coffee, croissant, and muffin.
It's eight years today since he passed away. And I can still see him sitting there just like it was yesterday, with the paper in one hand and a muffin in the other. So today, I broke my morning habit to bake Dad's favourite muffins and remember all his quirky habits with a smile on my face and tears in my eyes.
Apricot and Cream Cheese Muffins for my Dad. I love you. I miss you so much.