Multilingual

I sense you've caught on.

I would love to make you your morning coffee. Sharing my love for you in my native tongue, every single day.

But I'm also certain I'd find your coffee absolutely delicious, and tell you so. Doubly if it were given as a gift, appreciating your amazing thoughtfulness.

And I spend far too much of my time daydreaming about just going and enjoying that coffee with you… at a café, on your front porch, at a campfire… just anywhere, anywhere we can sip and talk, talk and sip…

But what I'm dead certain I'd excel at… to the point that you'd be forgiven for confusing it with my first language…

Is holding you. With tenderness, protecting my hands from your amazing heat… But firmly, so as not to spill a single drop.

I would hold that cup of coffee, keeping it close to my heart.

Blowing gently, just across the surface, before bringing it to my lips…

mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Nothing better to start the day.

Or for a nightcap.

Or anytime, really.

Any time at all.

So, what do you say…

Shall we have a cup?