Most mornings in my household are pretty hectic. I like to sleep in until the last possible moment, which means when that alarm clock sounds, I hit the ground running. Shower, dress, grab the coffee Dave makes for me each morning, kiss goodbye and GO! Good thing the "evening shift" is my turn to feed the animals or they would probably go hungry most days. No time for breakfast for me, either, even though I know it's supposed to be the Most Important Meal of the Day. I've got a stash of breakfast cereal and milk at my office. It works well for me to take care of my emails first thing in the morning over a bowl of Cheerios.
So, recently I was compelled to purchase a couple of large porcelin latte cups from one of my favorite New York City eating establishments, Junior's Cheesecake in Brooklyn. When I received the cups in the mail I quickly realized they were not going to easily lend themselves to me and Dave's usual weekend routine. Typically this is where I make the morning coffees and we slurp them while running around the house doing chores or reading and responding to personal emails, etc. What was I thinking? How were we going to balance these cups full of coffee while making the bed, walking the dogs, or cleaning the cat box? And how will this cup fit in the cup holder in my car when I'm out running errands? Maybe I should just use the cups as soup bowls, or flower pots or something.
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Last Sunday was the first morning I made our coffee drinks in these new cups and as I set them on the table in front of us I saw Dave eyeing them suspiciously. I quickly announced these are our Sunday Morning Lattes. It was at that moment I realized I'm on to something. I've created a new routine, a sort of ritual or tradition where we are forced to carve out a few moments for ourselves to begin at least one day out of the week with purpose and intention. We sat down and drank our Sunday Morning Lattes over a slow and pleasant conversation. Sat down and sipped and talked instead of gulping and running. We were forced to do it. Neither one of us wanted to clean up the mess if we didn't.
Last Sunday was the first morning I made our coffee drinks in these new cups and as I set them on the table in front of us I saw Dave eyeing them suspiciously. I quickly announced these are our Sunday Morning Lattes. It was at that moment I realized I'm on to something. I've created a new routine, a sort of ritual or tradition where we are forced to carve out a few moments for ourselves to begin at least one day out of the week with purpose and intention. We sat down and drank our Sunday Morning Lattes over a slow and pleasant conversation. Sat down and sipped and talked instead of gulping and running. We were forced to do it. Neither one of us wanted to clean up the mess if we didn't. 
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