In love with our Sunday morning tradition. Autumn through Spring…every Sunday morning we rush off to Temple to drop our Daughter off for Sunday school. While the Daughter is learning the values of growing up Jewish. Daddy and I are learning the values of our favorite local Coffee joint…which is conveniently located just around the corner from Synagogue.
- The importance of knowing what you want to order when you are called upon.
- Waiting patiently for the table by one of the few outlets to plug your computer into. Since you were foolish and didn’t charge your computer prior to hitting the sack…and only have 34 minutes of battery time available and 2 hours of Sunday school to wait out. Okay…well I was foolish enough not to charge my computer…Obviously that is me this morning.
- Tipping generously…it leads to a wonderful smile from the unassuming barista who is used to spare change.
- Sharing an empty space at your table for the bewilder person who has nowhere to sit because all the other tables are full…we’ve all been in that position.
- Clearing your table, and placing the dishes in the appropriate bins labelled for dishes, recyclables and trash.
Oh I could go on and on. But these two relished hours have evaporated quicker then my Grande Latte.
Filed under: Livin' Life | Tagged: Coffee Shop, Date, Husband, Life, Parent, Parenting, Romance, Sunday Morning
You have a heart of gold. Seriously. This place is brimming over with your sweet optimism.
Thanks Ann…could you tell I wrote this while chatting up friends? I never reread before sending it off to blogland. So hashed and funny…between all the typos it still barely makes sense!!! Oh well, it was still a great morning!