Time for a Coffee Break

I have so enjoyed dropping in on others for virtual "coffee,"
 I decided to return the favor.

My life and my blog have been serious for quite awhile. 

 I am in desperate need of a coffee break!! 

So here goes:

If we were actually meeting for coffee, this would be the music
playing as you entered my front door.

Hopefully the volume would be set just right:

I would later tell you that I just can't seem to get enough of this group.

  They soothe my soul. 

I love their harmonies and melodies.

In contrast to the mellow music, you would also be greeted
by three small, but nutty dogs who are desperate for attention,
and literally clamoring for it. 
I would apologize frequently, and shoo them away.
But they don't ever always listen.

So, red-faced, I would lead you into one of my favorite spots in the house. 
My favorite...but it is rarely used for anything other than
piles of clean laundry,  hide-n-seek, and boys gymnastics.

You can see, even now, that the ottoman is off-center. 

It has wheels... on a hard wood floor. 

 Imagine the sheer joy of my three boys. 

Imagine my perfectionistic frustration. 

As we sit down, you should not be surprised

if a little bald head pops out from under your chair, 

attempting to scare you with a giant R-O-A-R!! 

We will be sitting on his favorite hiding spot.

He might also tell you how he "rode down the rainbow and fell to earth." 

 He is obsessed with Mario Kart and thinks everyone else is too.

If we were to truly have coffee, it would be one of those lucky days when Andrew and I are both at home, breathing a sigh of relief

that he doesn't need chemo, or blood,

or anything else for the moment. 

We are free to just be. 

 An amazing luxury.

I might tell you about the beautiful double rainbow we saw yesterday, and how we played in the rain while it poured. 

And how I wish I had more time to learn about my camera settings so I could have done the rainbow justice.

The coffee would be from Starbucks;

I would have called you first to get your order. 

We only have decaf in the house. 

 "Regular" makes my thoughts race and my fingers tremble. 

Even just one cup.

 

I might tell you that I am doing okay.  I am trying to live each day at a time,

and enjoy the sweetness of each moment. 

There is a terror that I live with everyday,

 but it is not going to disappear any time soon,

so I am trying to live

around it.

I would ask about your family (I would want to see pictures),

and where you are from,

and what your weather is like...

because until yesterday's rain,

it has been SO HOT I can hardly stand it. 

  I want some colorful leaves and crisp cool mornings. 

 I would want to live vicariously through your descriptions of fall.

And as we finished our last few sips,

and walked to the door,

I would tell you that I was so grateful for this time;

for this time of relaxing and sharing

and forgetting for a moment.

Thank you for coming, I'm so glad you could make it.

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