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.
'vie
who loves her life
2 comments:
Yes, routines are a good thing. I once read that happiness is trying to make everyday the same - of course, the same happy day!
Enjoy your Tuesday foam, Silvie!
Thank you, I did!
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