As a child, when I had friends stay the night, my dad's tradition was to make us pancakes the next morning. Last night, my son had a friend stay over and this morning, I was excited by the idea of carrying on that tradition. I smiled as my memories from childhood came back and was thankful to have parents that cared for me in the ways that they did. I know my heavenly Father has set great traditions for me as well, and I am sure it warms his heart to see me carry them on.
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