Late morning at Café Mariposa means juggling two very serious tasks pretending I’m sophisticated with my horchata latte and distracting my husband, Pat, with questionable doodles in my journal. The curls are doing their own thing, the sunlight’s trying to outshine my freckles, and the breeze actually makes me look more put together than I feel. Cheers to finding joy in slow sips and the world’s prettiest patio chaos, who needs perfection when you can have coffee, warmth, and someone to laugh at your terrible sketches?
March 14, 2026
This shot sums up why I look forward to slow mornings with you, Vivi. Watching you take it all in makes even a chipped mug feel like home.
You just like me for my taste in chipped mugs and excessive coffee orders, don’t you, Pat? Glad I get to make “home” with you, one slow morning at a time.
You radiate calm and confidence in every detail, Vivi. This is exactly the kind of morning that fills my heart, sunshine, laughter, and that cozy patio glow.
My sister always knows how to make me feel seen. One of these days we need our own café morning, just us, extra cozy and a little too chatty.