Two post in one day again? I'm becoming a bit of an addict...
As some of you may remember, I gave up coffee a while ago. But I had to give in today. It wasn’t the caffeine I missed. It wasn’t even the taste, or the smell. It was the experience. I missed it in the same way that I would miss birthday cake at a party, or mince pies and fruitcake at Christmas. I don’t much care for Christmas food and I hate cake, but eating these things makes me inexplicably happy.
Even just the smell of them causes wonderful memories to come flooding back. Because cake means happiness, laughter, celebration and love. Because Christmas food means family, board games, too much wine and Santa hats.
And my morning coffee to me means peace, relaxation, and some time to spend dreaming.
So I got up half an hour early this morning and made myself a cup. I let myself enjoy the smell of freshly brewed coffee as it filled our small, cosy kitchen. I smiled as I felt the warmth of the cup heat my hands, then trickle through my whole body.
I opened the curtains and let the sunshine pour through as I carried the cup to the table.
I sat back and enjoyed slowly sipping my coffee while I watched my kitten chase small dust particles floating in the sunlight, before she curled into a sleepy ball on the floor. I listened to my lover’s breath in the next room, and wrote sweet little messages to him on the frosted glass of our window. I enjoyed the sounds of the morning, the world awakening. I got out my gratitude journal and spent the next half an hour thinking of all of the wonderful things I have to be thankful for. And all of the wonderful things yet to come.
My heart has never felt so full as it did this morning.