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.
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.