I am one lucky girl.
Nick made me breakfast today.
French toast with this bread that I baked before I left last week.
Plus a strawberry sauce he made this weekend, a big pour of maple syrup, and lots of coffee.
It was the best breakfast I could ask for after getting almost nine hours of sleep last night and having to get up and face a normal work day after this past weekend in Atlanta.
If this plate isn’t love, I don’t know what is.