This is my second cup.
The first usually screams caffeine while the second cup’s purpose is to
waft the delicious smell of coffee throughout the kitchen and
satisfy my craving for more coffee.
I sip it very slowly.
It’s one of my favorite times of the day. I steal a few minutes- typically 15ish-
and brainstorm how the rest of my day/evening will play out.
I consider whether, or not, I should go ahead and get supper started, or if it can wait another hour.
This spot in my day has a sweetness to it. It is a relaxing time and prepares my heart to conquer the last leg of my routine.
Waking up. That first cup. Sweet voices chattering about breakfast and brushing teeth.
That’s the first sweet spot. It is special in an entirely different way.
It is the moment when my day no longer is solely mine.
I no longer pour into myself, but into them.
They get the best of me during this first cup of coffee.
By the time lunch hits, my soul needs a breath
and my almost-burnt, 4 times reheated coffee needs some refreshing as well.
This cup also brings forth hope.
As silly as it sounds, it makes me think of the future.
Mark and I often find ourselves talking about growing old,
reading the newspaper (via an iPhone), and chatting over a cup of coffee.
Totally cliche, but that’s okay.
So while it represents now, it also makes me smile thinking about tomorrow.
I spend my today with the most important people in the world to me.
Tomorrow, I will be spending my days sipping coffee real slow
and smiling about yesterday.