The Best Cup of Coffee

My husband just asked me what is the best cup of coffee I've ever had. I didn't even have to think...it was the cappuchino we had on our last day in Rome, in a neighborhood near our hostel. Sounds so romantic - I can't believe that was less than 3 years ago, a far cry from my cup of coffee this morning, which occurred only after dragging our two year old out of bed, getting into an epic argument about which cereal he would have (Kix or Fruit Loops), changing the 6 month old's diaper, and having the dog once again roll in something dead in the yard and then sprint through the house. We've yet to identify what he is getting into each morning that smells so rank - it seems like we would know about any dead rodents in our postage stamp sized backyard to which he is contained. But back to the coffee...

I'm fairly certain that I felt more content, more fulfilled, and more in love this morning, gulping down my Folger's from the pot than I did that day in Italy, at an outdoor cafe in one of the most romantic and exciting cities in the world. I think that the people, the ones who are cynical about marriage, sometimes maybe don't believe that love really does grow, and gets better with time (as cheesy and clique'd as that sounds). And this all brings me to my point. Today, my husband gave me a brand new laptop for which he spent hours researching and shopping for what would be absolutely perfect for me. He is wonderful in that way. So...I've decided to give blogging another go, if only to provide myself with a record of this moment in time, the best so far.