Before: I walk sleepily to my office. The sun is just beginning to peek through the trees. The cardinal calls good-morning from his perch near the feeder. I linger over a Mary Oliver poem, and I am ready to start my day.
Allan is a thoughtful gift giver. He observes, considers needs, but never strays far from wants or should-haves. He knows I like to rise early and start the day slowly, reading or writing or thinking before going downstairs, before wrapping my hands around that first cup of steaming coffee. He knows that sometimes the trip downstairs for coffee breaks the spell and the solace of that early morning time. So this year he gave me a Keurig for my office.
Now: I walk sleepily to my office. The sun is just beginning to peek through the trees. The cardinal calls good-morning from his perch near the feeder. I linger over a Mary Oliver poem, and I am ready to start my day. The coffeemaker gurgles, filling the room with the robust smell of the special holiday blend.
Good morning!
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