Coffee Date

Want to chill a few minutes? Lets say that you're sitting here with me, you would have a warm cup of coffee in your hand, Chai tea in mine. 

The fire in my living room would be warming the whole house and I would apologize for the 10 different projects littering my living room.

 I would tell you about the list of things I need to accomplish before Thursday, but I wouldn't move. I would grab a blanket and pull up a chair so we can just talk. 

I might consider apologizing for the fact that Christmas music is playing in the background (I caved...). 

And then I would ask you what's taking up your time. What's occupying space in your heart and mind. 

I would ask you if you were ok. 

It's amazing to me what comes out of a person when you piece together those three words and aim them at somebody. 

I would want to know.

I would want to know what's making you smile these days and what burdens you. 

I would tell you that I'm learning hard lessons but that I'm content all at the same time. 

I would tell you about how the passage of time grieves me. How moments turn into memories in seconds and  it's only after that has happened that I realize what a gift now is. 

I'd tell you how I always slip back into the trap of not being grateful for today. 

I'd tell you that I'm trying, trying so hard to appreciate life for its forward movement instead of being grieved by it, and I'd be honest about how that's my Achilles' heel.  

It's funny how what we love the most, life and living, is what hurts the most. 

I would ask you what you're thankful for, what warms your heart and I would tell you that for me it's Brad. His willingness to forgive my faults and love all of me. Heart and soul, good and bad. 

I would ask you what lights up your life and what makes it all worth it.

I would tell you about how Thanksgiving has a new meaning to me this year...how the concept is occupying my thoughts and how I don't want overwhelming gratitude to be restricted to one day. 

I would tell you about my family and how Brad's little 5 year old sister makes me smile. About her habit of ending nonsensical stories with "...y'know...?" and a quizzically sympathetic look. As if the confused look on my face is just the world's biggest tragedy. 

I would thank you for coming over. Tell you how much it meant to me. And I'd ask if you wanted to do it again soon. 

xo 

Edit: Please forgive the randomly underlined words with ads attached...they aren't supposed to be there and I'm working on it.