This morning I showered around 10 am. I got dressed and I went to Starbucks. I only chose Starbucks because it is close to my house, has comfortable seating, and they make the most sinful and irresistible pumpkin spice latte. It is funny how I am against the big box stores like Walmart and Target, but somehow I am inexplicably drawn to Starbucks. But I digress…
I ordered my usual, a sausage sandwich, no egg, and a grande pumpkin spice latte. I curled up in their corner booth and read. And I remembered all of those Sunday mornings when Porter and I would go to the farmer’s market and then head over to a local coffee shop. We would dissect the Sunday paper and begin pouring over the sales ads, I got the electronic sections first, she looked at all of the others. We would typically finish with the comics and then head back to her house. Once there, we would bake pies or some other treat and take a portion over to the firemen.
Sometimes it makes me a little sad to realize that so much time has passed since the last time we did this. I am relieved that we aren’t traveling in different directions, just traveling in different towns. I love that when we do get to spend time together, it holds the same feeling of camaraderie and closeness.
There are only handful of reasons why I am looking forward to moving back to Sacramento. Those Sundays are one of them. And now we’ll get to share them with little Miss M. I hope she likes bacon, eggs, and cafe au laits (although I am sure she will be on warm milk until her teen years).
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I hated those mornings, and I’m not looking forward to you moving closer
Ok, that was a lie. A lie so big, you should have been able to see it from S.R.
Miss M likes anything anyone near her is drinking. Until she tastes it. Then she wishes it was milk.
Congratulations on your job Michelle, that’s a relief. I know first hand how tough it is to even get a response from an application. Save me some bacon and eggs (and possibly a biscuit).
J