WHEN: December 2016 & October 2015 VERDICT: The first time I read this book in October of 2015 I devoured it. I’ve come back to it again now more than a year later, and I’ve loved it just as much the second time. In between, I’d find myself thinking about some quirky habit I’d read…
This poem captures what I love most about mornings. For me, it’s more like buzzing around my desk on espresso. The quiet productivity improved by the darkness outside my window and Cesar (often) sleeping soundly nearby. It’s like a waking snooze, time stolen back, and there’s coffee, which seems to taste better on those days when I succeed in capturing these early hours.
We got engaged a few months ago on a cloudless Sunday afternoon. Cesar was in cahoots with some of our good friends — the ones whose wedding we met at — and they suggested and planned a picnic to Kirby Cove. I’d never been, but it’s well known as one of the most incredible spots from which to see the Golden Gate Bridge and an expansive view of San Francisco.