There’s been a lot of talk in the mom world lately about Carpe Diem, and frankly, whenever I hear that phrase, all I can imagine is Robin Williams eerily whispering it to those college boys in Dead Poet’s Society and it creeps me out and makes me feel old.
It is too short.
So it makes it that much more wonderful when you get a moment to enjoy life over breakfast with someone you love.
His and hers breakfasts
His and hers lattes. (Mine was pistachio and rosewater and though I don’t know what rosewater is, it was the loveliest latte I’ve had in a while. )
But no waffle pics. Our forks were too fast.
Carpe Diem should mean get the waffle. GET THE WAFFLE!!!!