Pancakes

So, here I am sitting at the head of the dining room table at the house in Scituate. This was my mom's seat. This is where she sat all the time. She ate here, read here and worked at her computer here just like I am right now. I am spending the whole month here and it is already more than half over... it has been very nice to be here and spend time with the boys. My mom would love it. She always wanted to see the boys playing on the marsh and at minot beach. Benjamin is not afraid to climb "well rock" anymore by himself, a major accomplishment. I can feel her all around us, especially when I do the things she would do for us..like make pancakes in the morning on the big griddle. Every time I hear the pantry door creak I remember her getting it out, as I lay sleepily in my bed. Next the smell of melting butter and blueberry pancakes would waft down the stairs and I would be forced from the comfort of my covers. Earl Grey tea and pancakes on the deck...just one of many great memories.