the recipe for the most perfect morning

a dash of this and a smidge of that.

here is the recipe for the most perfect morning:

wake up to the all too familiar sounds of a big jet plane flying overhead and the sun seeping through the windows. which catapults you directly back to your seven year-old self of waking up to those same planes at the same airport while visiting your Gram on summer vacation.

put your workout clothes on and head to the main street and purchase a corner cinnamon roll with extra icing from the local bakery. head to the market (which secretly has the best coffee on the island) and double layer the coffee cup sleeve as to not burn your hands on the hot hot liquid gold.

briskly walk back home to deliver those two precious items to your husband, who is deep in thought and head out for your lap around the island. pay attention and listen to all of the noises, from the workers to the water, gently lapping onto the shore. and one of the other most important parts: smile at every single person that walks by.

stop at the market once again, to get your own cup of coffee (of course with the double sleeve) and head back home to begin your day.

here you have the recipe for the most perfect morning.