Dear Community of #CinnamonCupCoffe is the first time I participate here and what better way than participating in the initiative proposed by #Spillthebean.Here I leave my answer.I want you to like it.
Taking the coffee my husband is, a bit of the sky in my daily routine.After 30 years together, I have come to appreciate every aspect of this morning gesture that we have cultivated.From the moment I listenHe has decided to have me.
Every morning, he gets up before me to prepare coffee.With patience and affection, wash the dishes and organize the kitchen, creating a cozy atmosphere in which I can wake up.I often think that this gesture is not just about coffee itself, but about what it represents: an act of service and care.When he calls me to get up and enjoy my cup, I feel as if every sip were impregnated with his love.
Some people can see this as a childhood of mine;He considers it that way.But for me, it is rather a delicious vice.I have nothing against preparing my own coffee, but there is something deeply satisfactory in receiving it from your hands.It is a constant reminder of our connection and complicity.
Over the years, we have shared laughs, deep conversations and silent moments on the table while enjoying our cups.Every day is an opportunity to reconnect and appreciate how simple but powerful it is to share a coffee made with love.
These little rituals are those that really matter.So yes, I require him to prepare my coffee;It may be a whim or a vice, but it is one that I am willing to hug with pleasure.Because in each cup there is a shared story and a love that continues to grow with each sip.There is nothing to improve my coffee than to receive it from your hands.
Thanks for reading me and until next time.
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The images are mine.