They say the way to a woman’s heart is through good food… and well, they’re not wrong—at least not when it comes to CiCi girl! Sunday mornings with her are a full-on cozy experience. The smell of sizzling butter, warm syrup, and toasted bread fills the kitchen before she even steps in, already grinning from ear to ear.
This morning, she wore her favorite fluffy slippers and that oversized shirt that says “Pancakes First, Problems Later.” She danced into the kitchen like it was her own little stage, humming along to the soft music in the background. I had already started on her favorites—scrambled eggs just the way she likes them, golden waffles with strawberries, and a side of crispy veggie bacon.
CiCi’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. She pulled up a stool, snatched a strawberry off the plate, and gave me a playful wink. “You really do know the way to my heart,” she laughed, and I swear it was the kind of moment you wish you could bottle up forever.
We sat by the window, watching the slow, sleepy world outside while we sipped our orange juice and shared bites of everything. She kept insisting I try the waffle “the right way”—with whipped cream and a dash of cinnamon. I didn’t argue. Who could say no to that smile?
The food was delicious, sure. But what really made it special was CiCi. Her warmth, her laughter, the way she made the kitchen feel like the safest, happiest place on earth. Sunday breakfasts with her aren’t just about food—they’re about love, connection, and all the little moments that make life sweet.
So yes, they say good food is the way to a woman’s heart… but maybe, just maybe, it’s also the way she gives you hers in return. ❤️
