Just Enough

It was a drive filled with thoughts of my dad.  Here, I passed by a Panera truck.  Normally, I would not think to take a picture, but when I caught a glimpse of the side, I had to.  He loved Panera.  He would go there all the time.  He used to tell me, "a cup of soup, and half a sandwich, it's just enough."  He would tell me that over and over...and then I went with him one time.  He indeed just ordered the half-sandwich and soup-but of course he also got a cookie.  I can picture me sitting across from him like it was yesterday, saying " so evidently, soup, a half sandwich AND a cookie is just enough."  He laughed and laughed, and made some meager defense like "well they made them fresh, so someone's got to eat them."  Life is just not the same without him around.