Drowning My Sorrows in Pancake Batter

My abuela used to make the best most amazing pancakes. Growing up we didn’t go to daycare. Abuela took care of us. Grandparents weren’t these people we visited every so often. They were an extension of our parents. They were part of our close knit family. Those times I spent with them, even as a teen and adult when I would just stay over to be spoiled by them 😆 were some of my best memories. They played such a pivotal role in my upbringing and reinforcing our faith, values and morals that maybe fell on deaf ears when my parents tried to teach me. They were that agape love that is so needed in a child’s life. I am who I am because of them and I thank God for giving me the blessing of having so much time with them all.

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