With swagger like a pirate, hair disheveled and eyes squinting I make my way into the kitchen in the early hours of the morning. Phone absent from hand, silence is preferred. The introvert in me loves a quiet morning, however, I do whisper “Hello Lover” to my Nespresso machine as I lean against the counter, half asleep waiting for my morning fix of Vanilla goodness. Completely ungraceful, down to the mismatched Hello Kitty socks, I peer through the blinds, feeling slightly happy that I can hear the birds, giving me hope that finally, finally spring may be here.
Happy Tuesday! XO