I might be a little late on this, but Saturday I woke up to snow falling. It was beautiful watching it fall from my apartment.
So it was only fitting that I had something warm and cozy for breakfast. One of my favorite memories from my childhood is waking up to the smell of oatmeal and coffee. It’s something my dad used to do occasionally and it’s one of the most comforting combinations to me.
I had my plain cinnamon sugar oatmeal with a dash of milk and a steaming mug of coffee paired with a view of snow falling.
And even though it stopped soon after, it was a perfect morning.
Have a wonderful week!