Messy Kitchen VS Fresh Coffee

Left behind hazelnut coffee beans sprinkle the kitchen counter top. Some even found their way onto the floor and stovetop. A fresh dusting of ground beans also litter the area. And, of course, the bag of beans is left out; not in the freezer for optimum freshness.

But the coffee's now ready for morning consumption. The coffee is hot. The coffee is fresh. It's one euphoric eye-opener when a freshly brewed pot of your favorite coffee made by someone else awaits you. All I have to do is shuffle into the kitchen and indulge myself.

I quietly clean up the spilled grounds, fix myself a cup, and thank him for making the coffee with words and a kiss.

We've been together for a long time. The weekend that sealed the deal, so to speak, before we were married, ended with him fixing breakfast in bed from the barest kitchen I've ever witnessed. It still remains a certified who-dunnit.

Who knows how much time we have left when the health check-ups aren't so routine any more. I should count my blessings. And be thankful. Not just today. But really make a conscious effort to continually be grateful for every single good thing in my life. So starting today, I am grateful for messy kitchens and a loving husband who didn't 'have me at hello'; he had me at 'breakfast is ready'