Pancake Breakfast

Pancake Breakfast

I am still bummed that I am not in Cape May with my family this week. I was thinking about the last time we are all there together. Waverly was 1.5 years old and Matt had just taken bar exam. He was wiped out. Waverly, on the other hand, wanted to wake up between 4-5 am every morning. We finally decided to stop fighting and just got up early to enjoy the sunrise. I took this photo early one morning while waiting for pancakes at a diner on the beach. For some reason this particular morning is so very special to Matt & I. It is a wonderful memory for us. I love Wavey's bright blue eyes and the fork waiting to dig into a short stack.

Comments

The Leivas said…

That is such a precious picture! Thank you so much for sharing it.

July 29, 2009 at 8:35 PM

Laura said…

She is so adorable in this picture!

July 30, 2009 at 10:38 AM

Anonymous said…

How precious. She looks so much like Oliver in this picture!!

Cheryl Ezell
TU 81

July 30, 2009 at 1:44 PM

Jenkins said…

Oh melt my heart, that is precious.

July 31, 2009 at 10:43 AM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.