Waffles. I love waffles. I love waffles so much that I have to make sure there is no way I can make them. The last time I had a waffle iron I needed new pants. Last summer I had the pleasure of being a guest in my nephew`s home for a waffle party. You see – this mother has this ritual; when one of the kids is hurting really bad she make waffles…

This is one of those moments when I really admire and respect this young woman that married in to our family and gave us three wonderful children to love.

The text is bits and pieces about that fact – that I love her, respect her and admire her.

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