I'm falling in love with my husband all over again. First of all, I neglected to rise up and call him blessed earlier this week when he organized the pantry and CLEANED THE FRIDGE! Second, he shaved his head and it's very handsome. Third - I cannot believe I'm typing these words - he asked me to make him a cup of tea. Do you know how long I've waited for this? Actually, I gave up waiting for it because I had been rejected so many mornings when I've said so sweetly, "Honey, can I make you some tea?"
My entire life I watched my parents drink coffee together. They say they fell in love over coffee. I have really clear memories of my mom and dad coming home from a fancy birthday or anniversary or just because dinner - Mom dressed up so beautifully (I've always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world) and dad looking so handsome in a sport coat. They walk in the door laughing and smiling. We missed you but it was a happy miss. Sorry we were late. We had the best cup of coffee with our souffle' at the Rivoli!
When I went off to college Melissa started drinking coffee too. The three of them share this crazy obsession over it. I'm on the outside looking in, praying that I will one day like it and be in on the sharing of the coffee. I want to be in on that first sip together when they sigh like they've just stepped into a hot tub after being cold for 12 hours. But I just can't make myself like it. In order to make it drinkable, I would end up turning it into hot chocolate.
When we were preparing for our five month stay in England, I decided to train myself to like tea. When it was offered to me in someone's home I wanted to like it. Eventually, with enough sugar, I took to it and I am now among the throngs of cool people with a special drink at Starbucks. These days when I'm home with my mom, dad, and sister, I have my tea while the rest of them have their coffee. It's helped with my insecurity. But there's one thing missing - drinking tea with my hubby.
Curtis came down with Jackson's cold and his voice is struggling. Which is great timing because this weekend he preaches three times. I, like the Windex-happy dad on My Big Fat Greek Wedding, immediately offered to fix him tea to soothe his throat. AND HE SAID YES. He might as well have given me a dozen roses. Or a new Virgen de Guadalupe bouquet. I've fixed him 3 or 4 cups in the last two days. Imagine my happiness! And tonight he says to me, "Hey, do you want to have some tea?" What is this? An invitation from the one my soul loves to...drink tea with him? ...Swoon...