I’ve been lucky enough to fall in love twice in my life.
The first time, love snuck up without warning. On a crisp December evening I opened my door to a man I had been getting to know for several months. Imagine my surprise when standing there, doorknob in hand, I discovered that somewhere along the way I had fallen in love with this friend. Even more surprising? He had fallen in love with me as well. The rest, as they say, is 17 years of history.
The second time I fell in love was less surprising. I guess you could say I was older, wiser. Maybe I was simply more in touch with my feelings or the sensation of love was recognizable since I had experienced it once before. Truthfully, though, I think the reason falling in love this second time was easy because I had secretly been coveting this object of my affection from afar for quite some time.
I should be ashamed. I know that coveting is a terrible sin and nasty business. But I couldn’t resist. It began to consume my thoughts. I found myself asking others about it, trying to get information. I concocted silly excuses to be places where I knew my obsession could be found. It had become a common theme in my conversations. The mouth is the well-spring of the heart and my heart was truly consumed by my obsession.
2 years ago, on a warm Southern California September evening much like tonight, my secret crush was revealed. It was clear I had not kept my coveting under wraps as well as I thought and it was time to face the music… head on, in the parking lot of Bucca di Beppos, in front of my family and a friend.
“I have something for you. It’s your birthday gift.”
“You do? What is it?”
“It’s something we all know you want but you tried to hide.”
“What do you mean? What would I possibly hide from you?”
“Don’t be ashamed. Don’t try to deny it. Turn around and see.”
And there it was. The object of my affection. My second love. The thing I had coveted for months. My precious…
|First trip to Tahoe 2012|
|Cute vacation mugs|
|More cute vacation mugs|
|Um, not so cute vacation mugs|
|Let’s pretend we’re at Starbucks!|
|Brewing? You sure about that?
You say you’re brewing, but clearly you are not
because my mug is EMPTY!! Lies!
|I’m sorry, I don’t believe you.
You’ve lied one too many times.
And 3 full days of unplugging and resetting, it was clear the film of deceit, brokenness and hard water could not be removed from the Keurig. It’s hardened heart and calcium-crusted filter just could not be descaled. And it was time to part ways and say goodbye.
|So long, old friend.
Thanks for the memories.
I know one day I will look back on these years and it won’t hurt so much. For now, though, it’s difficult. The mornings are cold and lonely and the nights… Oh, the nights.
1. Coffee is coffee is coffee for me, so the it tastes just as good.
2. It’s a bit spacey looking for my taste, but I can live with it.
3. It sounds like a breast pump when it’s brewing. I swear I’m going to start leaking every time I make a freaking cup of coffee.
4. You can choose your cup size (coffee, not boob) and that’s pretty cool. Lucky for me I am able to brew a whole heck of a lot more than I was ever able to pump!
On a more serious not: Carolyn Coppola, my bloggy friend and author of
Minivans, Meltdowns and Merlot is supporting Pediatric Cancer awareness by donating proceeds of her book. Currently, however, she is donating an extra $1 for every book sold! Even ebooks! So head on over and pick up a copy of her hysterical book and help support Pediatric Cancer research.