Coffee Service is Stalled

I don’t know if I should admit this publicly, for fear of being perceived (exposed?) as the biggest princess on earth, but every morning, Hubby brings me up a cup of coffee to my bedside table. He gets up earlier than I do for his work schedule, and this little “coffee service” ensures that I will never, ever let this marriage falter.

You might recall that for our 15-year wedding anniversary, he gave me a special gift. So I thought it might be nice to share that this gift is still serving us well. Like just the other morning, I woke up to no coffee beside my bed. Perplexed, I stumbled in caffeine-deprived haze downstairs to find this:

Left on top of our French coffee press was a note. One of our special notes.

So, if you happen to be one half of a young couple starting out together, here are the two morals of this story:

(1) It’s the little things that count. Bringing me a coffee in the morning really means a lot to me. And not just because I am a caffeine-addicted hag (although I’m sure there is a very strong argument there). But because it shows a little love, every morning, to start my day.

(2) You don’t need diamonds and fancy gifts for your life partner. But laughter? Yes, laughter is everything.