For breakfast this morning, I was thinking about fixin’ myself some cinnamon rolls. Have a hankering for them. Feeling like my belly is going to have to enjoy some REALLY soon. 😍
BUT…when I went downstairs to the kitchen…I decided on fried apple pancakes instead. WOW…so thankful I did. A great choice.
In the featured image, the picture is of my first plate of my delicious fried apple pancakes. I decided to add some blueberries to the meal. Why not? I had them and I LOVE fresh blueberries. I topped it off with some maple syrup. WOWSER. Yummo!
After my morning walk, I decided to make another batch. This time, I just dumped the whole batch in the skillet. Lazy and in a hurry. 😜
I sent a picture to Vanessa and told her I wish I was there to make Ahnalaya Ann some. I have lived with her most of her life. Missing her. She has my heart…wrapped around her little finger.
This photo…Vanessa took of the two of us one day a couple of years ago. She sent me the memory of it a few days ago.
Ahnalaya always woke up early in the morning and would make a straight line to my room…if she wasn’t sleeping with me. She always wanted grandma to get her breakfast.
It was our thing. We always shared breakfast together.
My Heart Aches
My heart aches for her this morning. All the photos and videos I continuously get help…yet hurt. The longing to see my grandkids is real.
Little Archer Aspen is losing his baby face and starting to look more like a toddler. Crazy how fast children grow.
Family means everything to me. It has always been that way for me. Relationships are important. Father’s love binds people together in ways that no work of man’s flesh can.
Beautiful…yet can be super painful at times.
Strange how making breakfast can bring up so many emotions. 😂