This morning I was making pancakes for breakfast. It's a little treat we do sometimes. Cottage cheese pancakes. Eggs, cottage cheese and oatmeal. Except sometimes I substitute cashews for the oatmeal. Stick it all in the blender and it's yummy. The kids love them with butter and sugar. Sometimes powder sugar. But I don't like powder sugar because I always end up dusting everything while I'm at it and get irritated because then I have one more thing to clean up.
So this morning as I was mixing them up, Violet, who is really coming into herself and consistantly makes me smile these days, comes into the kitchen, leisurely pokes around in the pantry and says, "Mom, can we have poweder sugar on the pancakes this morning?"
And being the mom that I am, I respond, "Maybe."
She gives a little impatient huff, there is a little pause....
"Can 'maybe' mean 'yes' today?"
A few minutes later the husband appeared from a far corner of the house asking me what I was laughing about.
And yes, they did get powder sugar with their pancakes this morning.
And yes, I did just wipe up the last of it a few minutes ago.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.