10.20.2014

breakfast in bed never gets old







Good thing being able to judge how much waffle batter it takes to fill the iron isn't a test you have to pass before you can get married. Every year since I was little, my parents have given us breakfast in bed on our birthday (or a day semi-close to our birthday, if life was crazy). Matt and I do pretty well at not letting our life get crazy, BUT he had to be at work at 5:30 on his birthday, so we put off the breakfast til Saturday. He got what he asked for, plus a pregnant wife to lay beside him with her own bowl of grapes, and a dog who thought those begging eyes were going to earn him a little something from the birthday boy.

Putting a shirt on was an unnecessary hassle which is why Matthew isn't pictured in this, his breakfast, post.


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