Cinnanummmy Rolls!

I surprised the kids on Wednesday morning with cinnamon rolls. No they were NOT homemade. But neither were his. Growing up my dad, AKA Grandpa Dan, worked swing shifts. I can remember waking up some mornings to find Fuller's cinnanom rolls for Michelle and I (and of course him), right next to some sort of potted plant for my mom- mums. It wasn't weekly, or even monthly. But frequent enough for me to want to share the love with them.

It made for happy sisters. A wonderful morning, with happy sisters. I so remember those days!