Gospel of Karin

My sweetheart left his coffee cup in the microwave this morning. This is not unusual. He has a funny habit of leaving it in different places around the house, then forgetting where he put it.

Often, he comes into the kitchen, refills his cup, nukes it, then leaves the room. Hours later, it’s still in the microwave. It was particularly poignant this morning because he had just left for a trip. When I found the cup half filled (half, never full — another idiosyncrasy) with stone-cold coffee, I was reminded of how much I love him. These little goofy things make him him. They and he make me very happy.