I’ve been joking around with T whenever someone gets a prettier heart on their lattes than I get. It’s all in jest and he knows I really don’t put any weight on the appearance of the heart (latte). But on Tuesday morning, when he made me this one, he was quite happy with it. And it is quite lovely. Yeah, possibly one of the loveliest. So I declared my glee at finally getting a purty heart out of the Barista. Poor Barista. For the record, I appreciate all the latte (he)arts.

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