Familiar things are comforting.
So much in the world is out of my control (like when momma does stuff other than pay attention to me) that routines make me feel better. I like knowing that there are certain things I can count on.
For example, starting my day with a tall dollop of cappuccino foam shaved off momma's cup is comfortable normalcy. I love the fact that she surrenders that foam without hesitation. It is the best part of the coffee, but she loves me. And I knew what giving me the foam meant the first time she did it. (Now, maybe the truth is... I let her have the coffee, but I reserve the foam for myself. But I love her too.)
Either way, sharing that foam makes my day start right. And. Yes there is an and. And I love the fact that my foam is served to me in my very own sweet shallow, colorful, homey, handled saucer. It's all mine. It is one of a kind, nobody else in the house has one. I love every thing about it, the feel, the color and its dedicated purpose. It is home. It is mine. It is normalcy, practiced every day.
who loves her life