Subway

Lately, I have been missing my lunches out in Oklahoma.

My friend, Lindsay, and I would meet at Atlanta Bread to share our passionate thoughts (or sometimes just gossip), over cream of potato soup and chicken salad sandwiches.

Richard and I would meet several times....eating once a week at Subway....even after Lucas joined us.

Today, after our grocery shopping run....I could hear the Subway calling my name. The smell of the fresh baked bread was intoxicating and I could not fight it.

So after unloading the groceries, we followed the smell straight into the restaurant.

Lucas yelled "Yay! Pizza Pie!" when I opened the door.

I laughed at him and told him that we weren't having pizza pie today, that it was a sandwich store.

I placed my order and he noticed that he was missing the action.
So I balanced him on the opposite hip and let he and Meredith watch the beauty of our creation.

And then, the inevitable occured. Our sandwich was wisked away for the signature toasting.

Lucas was heartbroken.
He yelled "WAIT! Where is my sandwich going?"

I told him that they had to melt the cheese. He seemed less than impressed.

But in a minute flat, our sandwich was thrown back in front of us, and he yelled, "There's my sandwich!"

I haven't seen him that excited about food since we had left the grocery store (not but a few minutes earlier). He was clapping and yelling "Yay! Hotdogs!!" after I told him that we forgot to grab some.

And he seriously yells like parents at a little league game.
I love it!

Almost as much as I loved my sandwich.