Many, many Florida trips ago, a tradition was started....
Saturday morning breakfast at the local Amish restaurant, Der Dutchman.
Amazing breakfast buffet with all the fixins: biscuits and gravy, grits, mush, oatmeal, hashbrowns and hashrown casserole, eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, french toast, pancakes, fruit slush, fresh fruit, muffins, homemade donuts,
Are you drooling yet?
Here are some pics from years ago:
So when Saturday rolled around, we knew this was an important memory maker, even if dad wasn't feeling 100%. Chad and Lauren were still in town for the weekend, so it just seemed like the right thing to do, to all go and enjoy our tradition.
Somewhere over the years, a photo tradition was started, on Der Dutchmans sweeping staircase. I had to keep telling myself, surely this wasn't the LAST chance for a staircase photo, so I wouldn't burst into tears. We took cousin pics BEFORE food, while they were unloading Papa from the car, and saved the big family one for AFTER.
I can't find them all, but I unearthed a few staircase pics....
If love could keep someone alive, this guy's living forever.
And less we get too serious, we had to take a silly photo too.
Love these goofballs so much!