Good Morning, California!

The floor creaks under my feet as I tiptoe my way down the hallway into the kitchen. Everyone else is still asleep, as it is what most people would consider an ungodly time to be awake in the morning.

The tea kettle slowly drowns out the chirping of the birds as I wash up the few remnants of last night's dishes. I pour a cup of tea and get to work mixing up today's breakfast, vegan strawberry cornbread, made from scratch. I know that in a little while the smell of steeping coffee and the sweet smell from the oven will waft its way down the hall and rouse the rest of the house.

Airika will then do her zombie shuffle down the hall and plop down on the couch just as I'm pulling the warm, sweet bread out of the oven. Her eyes will light up as I ask her if she wants coffee, then we will sit together w/ our bedheads and giggle over the silly things that come out of our sleepy, inarticulate mouths as we break bread together.

I love living w/ one of my best friends. One that I have known for years, there's no comparison to that. Someone who has seen me at my best and worst and loves me even more because of it all.

But most of all, I love California mornings.