Try as we might, most mornings we don't get out the door early enough to all sit down together for morning coffee at the Rocket. Most mornings, Sebastian and Pan pick up my coffee (iced double americano, with room) and bring it across the street to me (they're good men). But today we got a couple minutes of couch time, and Panny got some climb-all-over-your-parents-like-they-are-a-jungle-gym time.
These kinds of mornings make the rest of the day feel so much sweeter.
