We went out to a new spot for breakfast this morning! The shrimp and grits were divine, and though the country bowl was good, it was even better when we mixed them together! (Reminds me of something else good together)

(You and me)

Then we ordered table pancakes

I like crepes over pancakes, but table crepes definitely doesn’t sound as fun or cute as table pancakes

And good idea, too, because they were more delicious sharing them with you!

We saw a news article about a box of guinea pigs someone was throwing away. I couldn’t help my tears, and you couldn’t help the warmth in your eyes when you noticed. I love how you love me.

I told you about my childhood guinea pig, her name my brother and I had come up with, and together we came up with the silliest names until my tears turned to laughter and I found myself again lost in your smile. So lost we walked right out without the leftovers! The only piece of us left behind is our two meals snuggled into one container, and our table pancakes in another.

And so we had breakfast. No pictures, no snapchats or Instagram stories to commemorate you and me enjoying each other’s company. Not even the leftovers to remind us.

But we do have: chewy chewy chimichurri chimichanga chicharrón.