Sunday pancakes

My dad makes (usually blueberry) pancakes every Sunday for the whole clan, and this has been going on for at least a decade, before any of us siblings were married. It can be a little much to get there every week, with trying to get organized for the upcoming week and trying to fit family time (for our little family) into a crunched schedule. However, it's wonderful to have a regular touchpoint. Not all of us make it every week, but we do more often than not.

I talk to my sister several times a day - we're always connected. My brother, however, isn't the "pick up the phone" type. You always know he digs you and that he's thinking of you, but you don't get obvious confirmation without that type of a forum. Much like going to the gym, sometimes it's a little tough to get there, but I'm always so glad that I did.

This week, my sis brought a new cookbook and a Wii fit to share, and Dad built a big fire. Aidan was in heaven as usual, with many of his favorite people in the same room showering him with attention and love. Details don't really matter; it's just great for us to be able to hang out, draped across the furniture, in a happy place.