Another milestone this week, a coffee mug. The vessel by which the precious java is held is an often overlooked and underappreciated aspect of the coffee drinking experience.
After a round of neighborhood yard sales with my wife, Little Bean found and bought me a coffee mug. She left it on the table for me when I got home.
As soon as I walked in the door, from her room across the house, “Daddy, do you see the mug!?”
“I do!” I yell back.
“It’s for your coffee! I got it for you!”
Now, I’ve been racking my brain about this because I think it’s the first mug that she actually picked out and bought me. Look, I’m a middle aged dad, getting mugs as gifts (or socks) is pretty much a given. I’ve received mugs from my wife, obviously. But also my sister, nephews, co-workers, friends, the list goes on. Normal life.
I had a wonderful mug from my trip to India, but it broke. I have one I really like that shows the painting, Nighthawks, by Edward Hopper, but the diner they are in is a Starbucks! Fun! I also have a really old one from when I was a kid of the Buffalo Sabres that I used to drink milk out of. Obviously, I drink coffee out of that now.
But I think, I think, this is her first to me.
It’s brown, almost shaggy. Ceramic I’m guessing. A little smaller than a normal sized mug, more for a decent sized double shot of espresso perhaps.
I’m a simple man and the fact that she thought of me - and also my love of coffee - made me feel connected a little. I’ve felt lately like she’s been pulling away some. Actually, that’s not the right way to describe it. More like - end of school year, lots happening, we’ve all been busy. I don’t know, normal stuff as she gets older.
I guess I just liked the reminder that we’re close. That we’re still bonded. Even if it’s just about coffee.
So, I put it right into the dish washer and this morning I used it for the first time. Not bad. It retains the heat. Decent size. Easy to hold. She did good. Sometimes, it’s the little things, you know?
Tomorrow, Chapter Six of “Where There’s Smoke” will drop! We hope you’ve been enjoying this hiking memoir so far, with a new chapter coming out each Wednesday. Can you guess what Fire Tower we’re hiking to tomorrow based on this picture?
As a fellow coffee drinker and mug aficionado, I applaud her! And I have a mug that my son "made" for me when he was about 5 that I use for my make-up brushes. You'll have that one forever if it doesn't break.
A very touching father and daughter story. Uma made a good choice!