It's a Tuesday, nothing special, just a day with my boys. { Big boy little } asked for waffles for breakfast and as I opened the freezer door he shook his head...no, the big waffles. Alrighty then, let's do it. It's something we always do together. I remember when he first started making them with me, the mom I was then. I would stand over him, making sure every measurement was perfect and no ingredients spilled. The type A in me coming out. But now I step away. I watch them work together. Flour on the counter, no big deal. A little extra salt, that's just fine. It's hard for me to do that. To lose control. But it's good for them, and I'm sure I'm getting something out of that freedom too.
Canon 5D II || Tamron 17-35