The moment we walk in, there’s that warm café smell that instantly makes me happy—freshly brewed coffee, a hint of butter, and something sweet from the kitchen. My daughter already knows the drill: we order a plate of their soft, cloud-like pancakes (sometimes with biscoff, sometimes with syrup, and occasionally just the plain one with a scoop of ice cream because Sundays are meant to be special).
For me, it’s always an iced coffee—my weekend reward. That first sip while she’s busy cutting into her pancake feels like a pause button on life. The café has become more than just a place for good food; it’s become our little corner for laughter, silly stories, and quiet moments.
And here’s the truth: during these moments, I get to forget our problems. Life isn’t always easy, but sitting across from my daughter with pancakes and coffee on the table reminds me of how blessed I am. She is my reason to keep going, my little sunshine, my answered prayer. I get to appreciate life more for giving me a daughter who fills my days with joy, love, and purpose.
What I adore most is watching her eyes light up when the pancakes arrive—it’s pure joy. And while she enjoys her sweet stack, I enjoy the sweetness of time spent with her. These simple rituals remind me that bonding doesn’t have to be grand or complicated. Sometimes, it’s just sharing pancakes in a cozy café, with coffee in hand and love in the air.
Our Sunday tradition isn’t just about eating; it’s about creating memories, one fluffy bite and one sip at a time. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade these café mornings for the world. Having to spend time with my daughter like this is a pure bliss! :)