Happy New year lovelies! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season and an awesome New Year celebration!
As excited as I am to welcome in 2016 – I do have to admit that I am a little sad to be saying goodbye to 2015. I have never really experienced this kind of sentimental feeling for a year in time before, but this particular year was filled with so many special moments for me and my family, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little sad to see it come to an end.
Have you ever experienced this kind of nostalgia for a year passed by before? This is a new feeling for me, so it is a little strange but kind of awesome at the same time. I think I can safely say that 2015 has been my favourite year so far. Not only because it was full of the usual shenanigans with Cole, exciting changes, mistakes and lessons learned… but also because there were so many special experiences and moments throughout the year.
This year I thought it might be fun for me to start a new tradition for myself. So I decided that I will from now on start every new year off by compiling a list of all of the special moments and all of the things that I am most thankful for. I hope that keeping these lists in my journal will help me to not only keep as many memories as possible for later in life, but that it will also help me to appreciate and really savour every year as it passes, in the hopes that time won’t pass me by too quickly.
So here is my little list of cherished memories of 2015 so far…
Pancakes are special… wouldn’t you agree?
I don’t know what it is, but cooking and eating pancakes now a days always evokes this incredible feeling of happiness and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Now I don’t know if this feeling is brought on solely because of the prospect of filling up on warm, fluffy pancakes with plenty of butter and maple syrup or if it stems from the happy memories I have from my childhood pancake days… let’s just say that it is probably a little bit of both.
Growing up, my three brothers and I would gather around the table on Saturday mornings,just hoping and wishing for one thing… homemade pancakes. Although there was a lot of things we kids didn’t collectively agree on, pancakes were the one thing that we could collectively agree on for Saturday morning breakfast options. I’m sure my parents would have probably preferred to cook something a little bit more nutritionally sound for our family breakfasts but I think the simple fact that we could all quietly agree on what to have for breakfast was enough for them to whip them up without protest.
We four little munchkins would all take turns hovering around my mom and dad as they happily cooked up those round little cakes of joy! My mom would prepare the batter, while my dad was in charge of carefully pouring and flipping the pancakes to ensure that they were perfectly round and golden brown. I would help my mom by whipping the whipped cream to go on the side with our pancakes (because clearly more sugar was needed) and my brothers would take turns learning how to flip the pancakes with my dad. And then once all the pancakes were cooked, we would all squeeze around the breakfast table that was crammed off to the side of our tiny kitchen to enjoy the fruits of our labour. I love pancakes…