My boyfriend and I went home this weekend for a friend's engagement party and to see my mom after her surgery (she had her hip replaced, she is a champion).
I love going home to Pleasanton because it always feels like some sort of an event, no matter what we are there for, my parents get us a fun breakfast, get coffees, juices or champagne for mimosas and make our homecoming feel special, even if we're there for them!
This particular morning we had sticky buns for breakfast (um they're to die for, hi Mexico, see you in a month, well my stomach will not see the light of day there, but my legs will!) along with some farmer's market granola, vanilla yogurt and fresh fruit.
You gotta love a good homecoming.