One thing is for sure, I really and truly love breakfast in bed. Or better yet...breakfast just wearing a boyfriend tee, cozy slippers and messy hair. Something about just not lifting a finger in the mornings with no agenda or care in the world is like a breath of fresh air (especially when its polar opposite most every other day). Corey and I stayed in our room one morning to just wake up slowly, letting the breezy humid air in our room and enjoying serenity before the fun began. I always opt for a fruit plate and large pot of coffee alongside whatever else Corey typically wants (hashbrowns..eggs..bacon). I think as I get older I will continually love (and appreciate) everything about a slow effortless morning.