Weekend Coffee Share #6.5


If we were having coffee, I would be sipping tea again. I was feeling better, but now my throat hurts again. Dude! you exclaim. You were just sick! You need to sleep more! I agree, secretly impressed

that you intuitively knew the reason for my ill feelings, and explain that the Wee One has been sniffly for the past several days, so she hasn’t been sleeping very well, either in her crib or with us.

The upshot is that she’s snoring right now, and it’s so cute.

If we were having coffee, we would talk about our plans for the upcoming week, the Thanksgiving week. For the first year since Cohiba and I got together, we are not going to be with one of our families. Actually, I say, chewing my lip in thought, I don’t think I’ve ever been away from a family during a Thanksgiving, even when I was in undergrad. I tell you that I’m disappointed, but a small part of me is interested to see what we’ll do. This is also going to be a first for us as a small family, and Cohiba is promising to cook Thanksgiving dinner for me.

Also, depending on how the Wee One and I are feeling, I would like to do something special with her; I don’t know what. Start a little kind of tradition.  I know she won’t remember it, and it may change over the years, but I would like to have the story and the memory. If Cohiba is up to it, I would love it if he came, too, but neither of us are sleeping to well, I tell you.

If we were having coffee, I would marvel at the fact that tomorrow is the Wee One’s 9 month birthday.  Not to be completely unoriginal, but it is going so fast. I daily remind myself, “the days are long but the years are short” as a way to stay in the moment. A friend of mine is due with her second son any day now, and she was commenting how the heartburn.  I forgot about the heartburn of pregnancy and was reflecting on how that was just a part of my life for such a short time. Just like her (and our) sleep issues.

Just like our time together, dear friend.

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