Just typing these words make me smile. My husband does NOT get this relationship, but it's one of those things that just fill me with a great warmth and peace.
I don't a have a huge overflow of coffee mugs, but I do have several favorites, and most of them are housed at work. Work is where I drink the majority of my coffee, and there is honestly something almost magical about drinking great coffee, at work (which happens to also be at church), from a mug that you have a special emotional attachment to.
Most of the time my go-to mug is one that looks like a camera lens, with the added bonus of a secure screw on lid. I got this as a Christmas gift from my brother and sister-in-law and I loved it so much that I ordered myself a second one so I could have one for work and one for home. In the summer one of them will get to enjoy the season at the lake nestled comfortably in my hands watching the sun rise and set through the cool spring, the hot summer, and back through the cool of fall.
Since I do work at church, I also have my go-to Sunday mugs. One is Christmas themed and personalized with photos of my boys on it (yes, I designed and ordered it for myself) or the church logo-ed one that has my name in large letters label-makered across the bottom, which doesn't fit under the staff keurig, but fits perfectly under the pour spouts from the giant cafe carafes on Sunday mornings ;-) And we all know Sunday's call for an extra large cup of coffee (or two or three or four...)! I may have a tendency of setting down those mugs throughout the chaos of the morning and not find them back. And yet, both those mugs always seem to find their way back to my desk by the following morning :-) I have my Turkey Run covered bridge mug, for the days I need a special pick-me-up, there's the extra large mug from my friend for light-hearted days, there's the mug from the Belong conference for the heavy days...
The same thing happens with the various hoodies in my closet. Oh how I love to get a new hoodie when we are on vacation or at someplace fun or special to me.
It's not really about the article of clothing itself, or about the liquid inside the mug, it's about the emotional attachment and feeling evoked within as I fondly recall the special moments and memories of those near and dear places and adventures. They are my security blanket to my past perhaps.
I pull on a destination specific hoodie and nestle my hands warmly inside, or I fill and hold that steaming logo-ed cup in my hands, and I'm taken back to a place and time when God was good, life was slower, memories were made, soul care soared... They fill me with a glow, a hope, a quietness, a richness, a specialness... honestly, those hoodies and coffee mugs simply bring me joy. They warm my soul from both the inside and outside.
I realize my husband will never quite grasp this concept and connection, as he looks at me annoyed and confused when I stand in a gift shop ohh'ing and ahh'ing and mulling over which coffee mug or hoodie I've currently fallen in love with. He will assure me I already have enough of both and there is no need or justification in buying either. I will of course know he's right, and be secretly disappointed... and then try I find a way to sneak back and still smuggle one home. :-)
I don't buy just any coffee mug or hoodie... but the ones I do have are just a special part of a physical link to an emotion interlaced with a special moment from my past, helping me get through today, into the hopes and dreams of my awaiting tomorrows.
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