As soon as I got out of the shower this morning, I heard that familiar thump, thump, thump coming down the hall. Then the knock on the door. And, “Mom! Are you fixing pancakes?” Aaron never says good morning, or any other greeting. He just launches into whatever is on his mind.
So it was a good morning. For Aaron:
Because he got his pancakes – more than a few.
And for me:
Because Aaron said, “Mom, it was colder last night so now I’m wearing my long pajama pants.”
Yes! So thankful for the cold weather!