Durn Good Vittles at the Middleton Diner

Thanksgiving was fantastic!

I welcomed the morning somewhere around 10 am, drank some coffee, and caught the tail end of the televised parades. Ahhhh. No stress! No waking up at 4 am to stuff a bird. No panic attack because the potatoes are runny. No giant pile of dishes to wash while everyone else watches football. And best of all, I had pumpkin pie for breakfast, with whipped cream on top. Mmmm.

The Middleton Diner is quite a landmark around these parts. Owned and operated by Mennonite folks, the diner looks like a greasy spoon from 1960. Remember that chrome table your grandparents had? It's at the Middleton Diner, along with the vinyl covered chairs that completed the set. Waitresses dressed in homemade cotton dresses with matching aprons scurry around filling coffee cups. I felt like I was 6 years old again, having dinner with my grandparents after church. The food was great, the company even better, and I really couldn't be happier.

Ava is doing so well these days. It's hard to believe that in a week or two she will have surgery. None of us is looking forward to it, dreading it maybe. I just hope she adjusts well to the g-tube, and that there aren't any complications. Please include her in your prayers!