Background

When Wendy and I started taking them to church with us, Wendy also made sure to take them breakfast. She found a sausage on a stick wrapped in a pancake at Walmart. She made them every week. Now that’s my job. The menu was recently upgraded when I found sausage on a stick wrapped in Cinnamon French Toast!

Pancakes on a Stick and Sunday Shenanigans

On Sunday mornings, we hit the trail,
In a truck full of chatter, it never gets stale.
With pancakes on sticks, we laugh and we chew,
Turning every ride into something brand new.

The niece rolls her eyes at the uncle’s jest,
Her sass and her smirks are simply the best.
“Who’s the boyfriend this week?” the uncle will tease,
And she retorts, “Oh, please, Uncle, give it a breeze!”

The youngest nephew, with syrupy grin,
Blushes when asked where his girlfriends have been.
The eldest nephew, hands in full swing,
Asks a million questions—about everything!

From pancakes to faith, from laughs to delight,
These Sunday rides make everything right.
Not just a truck, but a sacred space,
For lessons, for love, and abundant grace.

So here’s to pancakes on sticks and the chatter,
Where family and faith are all that matter.
Join us for the laughs, the lessons, the fun,
And the memories we’ll cherish long after we’re done.