For
my husband, every morning he awakens to find himself still breathing on God's
Good Earth, it’s coffee day - in the morning and the afternoon. I prefer to
keep coffee at an arm’s length, grabbing at it when I feel the need to
artificially stimulate my tired mind or when I simply want to feel like it’s a
special occasion. Like Fridays.
It’s
nearing the end of the work week and both my husband and I work from home on
Fridays. Those are reasons enough to celebrate the day, in my book. 
The
java itself might be French press, it might be espresso with steamed milk. It
probably won’t be regular drip coffee, as my husband is kind of a coffee snob.
I will reheat mine at least twice (did I mention I have two small kids?) and I
will most likely leave about ¼ of the cup to sit in the mug until I get to it
as a nice mid-afternoon treat, which tends to nullify the premium quality of it
(and disgust my husband.) But regardless of the type or time of day, it will be
warm -err, or room temperature - and a little bit sweet and something to enjoy.
Admittedly,
I might even have fallen asleep last night thinking about having coffee with my
husband in the morning. Pathetic?
Well, here I must admit that I also often lie in bed at night and ponder what I
will eat for breakfast in the morning, or lunch, or dinner.
When
my life is calm enough that planning meals or looking forward to a cup of
coffee is customary, then I am in a place of overarching peace. Worry, fear,
and stress are so quiet that small and regular joys can fill the forefront of
my mind. Yes, today I am blessed.
May
we all be filled with the ability to take something as small as the day of the
week or a cup of coffee and find joy in it.
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