The Coffee Game

Almost every morning, I don’t make coffee. Oh, I still love my morning coffee. I just wait until Joyce asks me if I want her to make it.

I could make my own – I’m quite capable in this regard. But there are a couple bonuses if I choose not to make it.

First, my honey gets to do something nice for me. It’s a gift. By allowing her to make the coffee, I create an opportunity for her to be a giver. She likes that.

And then I get to be the receiver. That’s nice too. It doesn’t matter how many times she makes coffee, I always smile when I see her walking into my study with that cup in her hand. What a wonderful gift!

Of course I have to thank her then. Expressing gratitude brings up positive emotions for both giver and receiver. And I am truly grateful.

Then we hug. Sometimes I think the whole exercise is just an excuse to sneak in one more loving embrace. So be it.

And as I sip that coffee, I remember the love surrounding its making and delivery. I’m not usually much for rituals. This one is a keeper!