pancakes

every sunday morning, mom gets up early and makes pancakes. and every sunday we each eat our pancakes in the same peculiar order. i usually wake up before zach and by the time i get to the kitchen mom is nibbling on the first pancake that she made. somehow the first one is "just not right", so she takes care of it so none of us would have to suffer through it. i grab the second pancake off the stove and and eat around the edges while drinking a cup of coffee from our dysfunctional coffee maker. zach sits in the living room floor with the red birthday plate piled with two or three pancakes on top of one another and swirls hot syrup over the top. as predictable as we all may be on sunday morning around mom's house, i am going to miss our little routine. growing up, zach and i have always seemed to end up on the living room floor eating our meals. whether we were parked behind tv trays eating cheerios or leaned against the ottoman eating chips & salsa for dinner- we end up seated side by side talking through or about our day. this afternoon my sweet brother made me lunch and as i sat next to him i realized it will be one of the last times we get to sit in our living room and share a meal together. i have loved those moments, on our best and worst days we can come together and walk through life alongside one another.