Our Sundays
April 2, 2014
One of the best things mommy made for us was Sunday breakfast. I remember waking up and the whole house would smell like bacon and pancakes, waffles, sausages. There was always music, Elvis Presley and it would be on loud enough for me to wake up to. Then we would go to Church. After that we went to Grandmas house in Port Washington. I miss doing that.