Finding Love in a Cup Of Coffee

Trever peeked his head into the bedroom this morning. He had already been up since 5 a.m., had to go in to work and had been back home. It was now 8 o'clock. I was still snuggling with the 2 babies in my bed, snoozing. I roused, perched myself up on one elbow to look at him.

"I made you coffee."

The gift giving begins early today.

Waking up and having the very first conscious thought be of God's gifts to me gives me a little joy-high.

The coffee woke me up alright. But it wasn't the caffeine.

It was Trever.

And God.

They both love me.

I am full to overflowing.