The best gift technology ever gave me? Delay brew.
Hello? Hello?
February 19, 2010
miscellanea coffee, relationships 4 Comments
A couple of weeks ago I was still in bed and my husband was awake downstairs. I knew the floor was cold, but I could smell the coffee brewing. I thought for a minute, then did what any rational person would do. I called his cell phone and asked if the coffee was ready. What made him hang up on me?
A.M. Priorities
January 18, 2010
daily notes coffee, kids 2 Comments
I told my daughter we didn’t have enough milk for her this morning. The truth is that we had just enough for my coffee. I think of it like this…I have to put my oxygen mask on first – before I can help others.
There’s a stain on my notebook, where my coffee cup was…
January 6, 2010
sentimental notes coffee, marriage, relationships Leave a comment
I’m a lucky woman. My husband brings me coffee in bed. Now, before y’all start to think I’m terribly spoiled let me explain why…
It began when we were first dating. Erik was obsessed with the perfect cup of coffee. I didn’t even own a coffee maker. I was content to buy a cup wherever was closest. So he educated me. I ended up with a Mr. Coffee, and soon was becoming addicted to a warm cup of coffee, pajama clad, in the morning. It was poetic. Just what couples do when they are still in the throws of trying to impress each other.
Then, it became routine. Erik would usually get up before me, so naturally the coffee task fell to him. He brought me my coffee, but I began to sense something was changing. There seemed to be a touch of bitterness, and I’m not talking about the coffee. Turned out he was feeling that the coffee routine was being taken for granted. He was right. I was taking it for granted. After that I realized that coffee in bed wasn’t just coffee in bed…It’s an act of kindness. It says, “I love you, you sleeping, snoring, drooling lump.” Everyone should be so lucky to have that in their life.
Now that we have kids and have been married for 8 years(whoa); we are pretty busy, stressed, and have different routines. But every once in a while a voice starts singing in the hall and wakes me up…”do-do-do-do do doo do-do do dooo…black coffee in bed, do, do, doo doo….
I can’t think of a better way to say Good Morning.
Thanks SB