For the most part, because of the church I grew up in, I hate tradition. To me it means the choosing of something, not because it is true or good, but because it's always been done that way. For instance; the singing of hymns. I love a good hymn but I would never say that's the only station God tunes in to. Some folks would disagree. That's okay, they can choose to be wrong if they want to.

Anyways, this post is about what I'm for, not against. I'm for waffles.

And bacon, and breakfast casseroles, cinnamon rolls, fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, more bacon, and home made biscuits and gravy.  See there's this little Methodist church in rural Virginia that serves a massive breakfast on the first Saturday of each month and I plan on making it a family tradition (as it has been for the past year or so) to gorge myself the first Saturday from here until the gravy induced heart attack sets me free from this skin (many years from now - I'm sure when I'm old and gray. I have built up a gravy tolerance so it won't be taking me out anytime soon).     

That's a tradition I can get behind.

So me and Krystle & baby Wagner -who is still nameless at this point, though I think I'm wearing on Krystle with my choice - have established our very first family tradition.