Woke up to Titus coming in our room dressed and ready to go. He said in his sweet voice, “I’m ready for our bike trip”. Tim proceeded to tell him about his “special” milk (individual milk box) that was in the fridge, trying to distract him in hopes for a few more minutes in bed. About an hour later we peeled ourselves out of bed with our morning ritual of saying “seriously boys! It is 7AM and people live below us!” Then granola, french press, about 5 trips up and down the elevator later, and we were packed and ready to go in record time!
