nothing like french toast with boysenberry syrup in the early morning

at mil's diner in milpitas, ca

my friend's dad printed this for him. so, so cute.

i need to own this book.. so far, so amazing.

This morning I went to breakfast with the bros-in case you didn't know, there are four of them and then there's me. They are the same four boys that I grew up with since kindergarten, so throughout the years, we just named our little groupie "the bros" because our friendship grew stronger each day in a family-sense-of-way. Call us corny, but it works for us. So it was nice for our little reunion after four long months of separating. Because we all go to different colleges now, it was fun exchanging stories and experiences around the table. We did a small early morning-afternoon hangout. After breakfast, we went to a nearby park and played chicken fight on those wobbly balance things on the playground for what seemed like the longest time, made music with the chimes, and started semi-real talk. Though a lot of things have changed between us overtime, I'm just thankful that each of us still put in mutual effort when it comes to planning for small reunions.

That's all I ask for.