Coffee on a chilly Sunday morning.
Breakfast with my guys at a new place I’d been dying to try.
Sweet berries nestled inside of my crepe.
Little fingers kept snatching away pieces of my ham.
thinking out loud
thinking out loud
Coffee on a chilly Sunday morning.
Breakfast with my guys at a new place I’d been dying to try.
Sweet berries nestled inside of my crepe.
Little fingers kept snatching away pieces of my ham.
How did you like this place?
gosh i miss little fingers snatching things from my plate….
p.s. Cooking Light called…they want their next photographer to apply.