Waking up early as a kid and smelling them in the air as my dad cooked them in the kitchen. (although he would always take creative liberty when making pancakes...they ALWAYS had chocolate chips! I think that is a great rule for life).
Saturday morning breakfast for my boys. They love pancakes as much as I do!
They remind me of happy times.
Because it's one of those days, where my heart is sad for so many reasons.
Last night I dreamt I was shopping for cotton balls and q-tips! Tell me that is NOT the most interesting dream you've ever heard? I was a lil' bummed when I woke up that I am even boring in my dreams...