I'm settling into a routine of sorts when it comes to my weekend breakfast.
Can you tell?
But while habit creeps its way into the little things -- breakfast and daily commutes and even the route I take when I go for runs -- change is in the air.
It's comforting, really. When life starts to speed up and you find yourself hanging on tightly, trying to soak in as much scenery as you can, it's nice to slow down with the calm familiarity of habit and routine.
And then, once you've finished breakfast, jump right back on.
But the best part? Holding his hand the entire way.