Pancake Nights

Robert does not like breakfast for dinner.

So when he works late doing some contract work, I meet up with a good friend of mine at I-Hop. And we have pancakes. And eggs. And bacon. And girl time.

There is something about a friend that you can laugh with and bare your soul to all at the same time. A friend that when you randomly sing a line from an obscure musical, she can complete the verse. Another person that watches the Oscars - the entire show. A friend you text a prayer request to in the middle of the work morning, and she prays for you all day long. When you say what is making you lose your mind, she finds a way to hand your sanity back on a platter. A pancake-filled platter.

Aren't you glad we aren't doing this alone? Friends are such a gift. Especially friends that like breakfast for dinner.

Oh, and I know that Robert was working really, really hard last night while I chowed down on blueberry oat pancakes. However, our waitress messed up our original order, so we both wound up with an extra plate of food to take home.

So technically, I brought home the bacon last night. Pancake night for the win!

 Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God abides in us and his love is perfected in us. 
1 John 4:11-12

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