30 Day of Thanks – Day 8
Today, I am thankful for coffee. Not coffee-the-drink (I don’t like coffee), but coffee-the-occasion. You know, the coffee in, “Let’s do coffee.” I don’t like coffee-the-drink, and “Let’s do iced tea” just sounds strange, so you’ll have to overlook that.
I am lucky enough to have friends who will travel to my neck of the woods every week to have coffee. There is a little local coffee shop called Jackson’s Java (so little, they don’t even have a web site), and they don’t care if we sit for hours on their comfy chairs and chat. Or if they do care, they don’t tell us. We’re a bit like a strange talk show on a cable channel that no one watches – it would be called, “3 Moms and a Baby” (and yes, we are scarring that poor baby for life – he will never recover from the things he’s heard.) We gather weekly to drink coffee-or-not, compare tales about how horrible our kids have been that week (never how wonderful, because that would be bragging) and spin our tales of mommy woe. And laugh. We laugh a lot. Mostly at our own woeful tales. And at each other. With love, of course.
