I sercretly (not so secretly) love diners. I love that they are almost never updated. I love the old women that work there. I love the constant smell of coffee and pancakes. I love the type of people who frequent them. There is something so comfortable about them. They feel like home to me. Maybe it’s because I have fond memories of them from when I was little.
My Grandma & Aunt both worked in one, we had (and still have) a yummy one in my home town and I can remember stopping at one every time we traveled to the coast to vacation when I was little. My grandma always made the best griddle pancakes and she ans my family wouls drink coffee all day and when I would stay the night and wake up in the morning, her home always smelled like a diner. I miss that.
After I took A to school yesterday, I went and bought G his birthday presents. He will be 2 tomorrow! I can’t believe it. As I was shopping, I was thinking about the kids and how quickly they are growing. Since hubby was watching G, I wanted to pick up A early and have a date with her. I brought her to the diner down the road from our house. She was SO excited! We love our one on one dates.
We started with drinks – apple juice for her and coffee for me. She then sorted, stacked and arranged the sugars. We colored and talked and giggled.
We observed this sweet man & his wife out the window. He had on a veteran hat and he guided his wife to the car. He opened the door for her, helped her in and fastened her seat belt for her. It was just a sweet thing to observe. I told A just to watch. She commented on how nice the man is to “that lady”. I thought that was a good observation.
She had pancakes & I had french toast. It was a very yummy morning!
After we went home, she decided to color her face. Ahahaha she even drew eye lashes!