I am super excited for my Uncle’s pancake breakfast on Sunday. He is the fire chief and every year his department has a pancake breakfast and afterwards it was always tradition for my family to take a trip to the cidermill. We continued that tradition last year even after my Mom had passed away just weeks before. She had always wanted to keep our family close so that’s what I am going to try my best to do. Weather permitting, after the pancake breakfast, we will be headed out to the cider mill, missing my Mom but adding my beautiful daughter. Life is weird isn’t it?