Yesterday I talked about my lovely Saturday morning. This got me thinking about some of my favorite child-hood memories. My child-hood was a very happy one filled with so many great stories but the memory that's making my heart smile most right now is my two brothers and I early Saturday mornings watching cartoons and then planning out the perfect breakfast to make for my parents to wake up to. Normally pancakes with orange juice and I can't forget the bacon (sometimes burnt and sometimes not). I would sometimes spruce up the pancakes with colorful sprinkles or chocolate chips.
My brothers and I would cook and make a HUGE mess in the kitchen, then scramble to clean it up while one of us woke up our parents.
It's a great thing to be able to think back to memories like that but oh boy, where does the time go?