just for me

ahhh.... here it is, that first cup of coffee in the morning.

it's the magical beverage that transports me to a garden filled with all things fresh and wonderful, where bunnies hop gleefully past and sunshine wraps me in endless warmth.

it's this very first cup of coffee each day that i make special time for. no matter how much i want it right away, i have to make sure that i can enjoy it uninterrupted. i feed the baby, walk the dog, get everything squared away before i nestle into my morning cup of love.

how can one simple drink bring so much joy? well, friends, a lot of it has to do with the coffee, sure, but much of the joy is being able to say 'this is my coffee time, let me have this to myself.' and somehow, the whirlwind of activity slows to a crawl, even the walls seem to sigh and understand.

my husband continues to ready himself for work, moving his coffee from room to room as he goes. i have to fight the urge to ask him 'don't you just want to leave the coffee here, so you don't spill it or something?' but then i remember, the movement is his routine, he needs it the same way i need my sedentary state.

i can sit and ponder various topics and discuss them as my husband floats in and out of sight. i can watch the baby play happily, independently. as my dog wraps his huge body into a ball right on top of my feet, even his stank ear (topic for a separate narrative) doesn't bother me in the slightest way.

i must soak up my self-imposed serenity now, once i get up from this very spot it disintegrates in a flash. the record skips back to regular speed, which usually hovers around chaos. sometimes i wish i could drag it out longer. but as i look to the bottom of my empty mug, i know in my heart of hearts that the second i get up for a refill, the moment will have passed, and there's no going back.

at least there's always tomorrow.