Do I have a favourite cafe?
Good question.
In our search for the perfect breakfast stop, my Beloved and I find ourselves still looking. As if it were a military operation.
We've eliminated plenty of options, and we're intent on hunting down the best one. For us.
I know.
It's a first world problem.
But for now, we're testing the early Sunday morning egg menu in a row of eateries not far from home. Giant windows let in the entire neighborhood, while sweeping scenes beyond let the eye roam to the edge of Melbourne's skyline. The food is ok, but that's not why we return each Sunday on our way to church.
But we have a rule. No talk that might tip
There's time for a pot of peppermint tea before we rush off, as well as another half hour to pencil in our lists and reminders. We've committed ourselves, our children and the week to God in prayer, and while it's not all tidy and far... far from perfect, there's a rest that comes from having synchronised the calendars and set each war plan to action.
Where is my favourite cafe?
Wherever my Beloved sits across the table from me.
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Where's your favourite cafe and who sits with you?
Blessings for a wonderful weekend,