When I come into the kitchen in the morning, my coffee is already made. Keith fixes up the pot while he makes his espresso in his machine.
Although sort of a tiny thing, it feels peaceful. I feel loved. The day to come may be filled with absolute madness, but in that moment, all is right.
He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t tell me it’s brewing or that it’s ready. Most of the time, he is already out the door by the time I find my way to the pot. He just does it.
I am reminded not to miss the little things. To actively look for small joys. To savor the peaceful moments and seemingly insignificant acts of kindness.
No little thing, small joy, peaceful moment, or act of kindness is ever insignificant. They all add up, they all matter, and none of them should be lost on any of us. It’s what fuels us so we might offer the same to others.
Now I’ll let this first sip of coffee touch my soul, then I’ll continue getting ready for the day and get busy (hopefully) being a source of peace and love as well. For him. For my kids. For my little part of the world.
Thanks, Keith, for getting it all started… for all of us.