A simple sip of sweet, hot French vanilla roast coffee from a special carafe can warm my heart and bring me closer to my sister. My sister moved to Arizona from Missouri about 3 years ago. It was an easier transition than I imagined because we have many ways in which we stay connected. Oddly enough, sipping coffee on Saturday mornings is something we do that reminds us of one another. After the hustle and bustle of a busy week, we may or may not have had a chance to connect during the week by calling, texting or Skyping. But when Saturday mornings roll around, we both have a quiet moment of solitude each in our own homes 1,000 miles apart from one another.
Early Saturday morning, I quietly slip out of bed sliding on a warm shirt, cozy yoga pants and a pair of fuzzy white socks. I tiptoe down the stairs and reach for my Arizona mug. The one I purchased in Tucson, Arizona when the kids and I took a trip to visit Aunt Tina (my sister). It has a warm desert scene including many cacti encircling the entire mug. The streaming Dunkin Donuts French Vanilla coffee enters my mug as the splash of French Vanilla creamer swirls with the dash of sugar. After opening the living room shades, I settle into my big comfy sofa corner embracing the warm cup of coffee with both hands and closing my eyes imagining my sister’s view out her window in Arizona. The warm desert sun’s rays warm my face even though they are barely peeking over the sturdy mountains on the horizon ----but oh so near. Peace and joy fill my heart because I can feel her love and know she is embracing her “Live, Laugh, Love” mug (the one I gave her for Christmas) in her home half way across the country. .........And she is thinking of me.