Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures

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EACH MORNING I enjoy a cup of freshly made coffee.  Sometimes my husband brews it for me, sometimes I make it for myself.  This morning I looked at that cup and recognized it was so much more than “just” a cup of coffee.  The cup itself is a gift from my husband.  I remember how he wrapped it.  It is a testament to how he listens to me and what he remembers.  I commented at a local gallery how fascinated I was by the pattern on this piece.  He explained the salt kiln process to me.  I was intrigued.  A few months later, this was my gift. 

My morning cup is a dependable ritual.  It is a daily joy.  Something I look forward to and depend on.  Beyond the liquid substance, the time that I take to sit and sip, think about my day, anticipate my activities, is essential to how my day unfolds. 

I’ve answered the question many ways but specifically I can say -it is so much more than just a cup of coffee.  It is love poured in.  It is promise sipped.  And it is ritual adding richness to the start of what is almost an utterly unexpected day.

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