One ritual that marks every Sunday at my parents’ house is a waffle breakfast. My step-dad wakes up before everyone, including Paddlefoot our dachshund. He mixes the batter. The waffle iron is heated up. The coffee maker gets plugged in so the beautiful brown stuff is ready. And when everything is done he comes to my room and says, “Carla… Carla… waffle’s ready…” And I get to wake up to the best waffles ever! I am loving getting to see my family.
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