Theres Nothing Like Those Days

When I was little, I used to live with my biological father in Marshfield every other weekend. Everytime I was there, we would usually go to my grandmas for breakfast. Grandma ALWAYS made me pancakes because that was my favorite. It was the only thing I ever wanted, but my cousin Jessi didn't like pancakes. She liked biscuits and gravy which I hated. Just because Jessi and I always liked different things she would make both, every morning. The rest of the family that came for breakfast was tired of pancakes and biscuits and gravy but Jessi and I never could be.
I always thought that was awesome for her to do. To go out of her way just to make both of us happy. Not only did she do that, but she made the best pancakes ever, always from scratch. Well, most of the time. I loved it because she would always let me help. Once I got old enough I pretty much started doing it on my own. Jessi would help make the biscuits and gravy so I helped make the pancakes. We used to have so much fun and pancakes are still my favorite breakfast to this day. I even still love cooking them too just because it reminds of those weekends where we had family time, sat around the table together laughing and smiling, with all sorts of smell goods floating in the air, stuffing our faces.

Nothing but the sound of birds singing and dishes clanking in the kitchen

Nothing but the smell of sweet and salty mixed together with a hint of grease

Nothing but the feeling of happiness, calmness, and hunger

Nothing but the thought of which ingredient comes next, how much

Or when is the food going to be ready?

....Nothing but the sight of my favorite food laying in front of me

Nothing but the sweet, sticky syrup mixed with fluffy, circular bread laying on my tongue

Nothing but the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction

Nothing but the sound of chewing, slirping, the occasional small talk in between mouthfulls and two little girls giggling at little things

.....Nothing like being with my cousin, aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa, father

sitting at one table, together

No TV, no radio, just country and cows and hummingbirds outside of the window

Nothing like those mornings