Breakfast date.

Four days before Christmas, Blake and I had a breakfast date in the city. Pancakes for him, egg sandwich for me. We hunkered down in a worn booth at the Lexington Candy Shop to talk about the things that really matter and some of the things that don't. We watched chef and waitress exchange gifts - socks and a bottle of bourbon. Unremarkable, as many of our favorite, most memorable mornings are.

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