Right after Thanksgiving, my husband and I start drinking our morning coffee from these cups.
They’re not antiques but they’re at least twenty years old. I bought them shortly after the Hobby Lobby in our local area opened.
One of them broke a few years back but we couldn’t bear to part with them so I did my “hot glue thing” and they’ve been fine ever since.
There is one drawback. They don’t hold a lot of coffee so that means multiple trips to the coffee maker and in this old house that means walking just about the length of the house. We watch the morning news in what we call the sunroom, which was once the porch. The kitchen is at the back of the house. Do you get the picture?
Hey, here’s a pic. Can’t believe I’m showing this to you as I’m in a mess with decorating and such now.
But it’s a good visual.
But the one good thing about this kind of floor plan is you have to move more. And if you’re going to use the bathroom, well, that’s a continuation past the kitchen through a small entryway and through a larger room that serves no purpose. It’s kind of like a mud room on steroids.
Can you imagine what I go through when I’ve had foot surgery? Let’s just say I avoid liquids.
Anyway, I digress.
Back to the Christmas mugs. (Yes, I have a brick wall in the kitchen. As I said, this is a very old house.)
These mugs represent how special Christmas is to the two of us and they represent many, many memories.
You see when we first got married, we declared two things.
- Divorce was a word, a concept, we would never use. No matter what. (We never have and like all couples, we’ve had our “moments”)
- Our Christmas’s would be special.
Our Christmas’ as we grew up were traumatic. Neither one of us had even one good Christmas memory as children.
But we can’t remember one bad one since we’ve been married.
That’s because we decided day one of our marriage to keep those two earlier resolves.
The Christmas mugs sit across the room from me as I write and I’m getting a little teary-eyed just thinking about those two young people so many years ago. By today’s standards, we were very young. I had just turned twenty-one and my husband was three months younger. Yes, he married a “younger woman”. (Did I really say “younger”? I meant “older”.) He never lets me forget it either.
Neither of us dreamed the paths our lives have taken. Neither of us dreamed we would face some real medical challenges. Neither of us dreamed we would visit many countries around the globe. Neither of us dreamed we would have such amazing children and grandchildren. (I think we thought that because of our histories, we would be the worst of parents. We had no clue how to be good ones, and while we definitely made some mistakes, as all parents do, we are grateful those mistakes did not permanently “damage” our children.)
So when I look at those mugs, I don’t see inanimate objects. I see two lives represented. We are as passionate about each other today as the day we were married. No, that’s not true. We are more passionate.
I really don’t know why I’m writing this today. Usually, I’m very focused. Seldom do I write at the last-minute like I’m doing today. But just seeing those mugs brought back such memories, such love.
As a married couple, we are no different from any other couple.
Except for one thing.
We decided early on that we would make this marriage work.
And we did. We fought through many issues, faced many challenges, will face some more, I’m sure. But we will stay as determined as we are now.
I’ve written a lot of post about determination, decision-making, and choice-making on this blog. I truly we believe that much of our lives, much of our happiness, is determined by the choices we make.
Anyway, hope this post was an encouragement to you today. When you have your coffee in the morning, just imagine me drinking mine from one of my Christmas mugs.
God bless and I hope you have a good day.