The espresso maker hisses and bubbles as I steam the milk for my afternoon latte. I've just managed to put the baby to bed and with both kids home from school, I find I need the pick me up. Or, I might really need the illusion of a break, in the middle of an otherwise packed day.
It was the perfect gift to open on Christmas morning and I have had so much fun crafting drinks for friends and family as they have stopped by throughout the holiday season. I thought, that I would miss my multiple daily detours through the local coffee shop drive thrus, but, surprisingly, I have not. In fact I have preferred to be in the comfort of my own home and the challenge of crafting my favorite drinks. There is a depth of love and thoughtfulness that doesn't typically lend itself to a busy cafe with a long line of impatient people. While I will still venture out for the occassional latte and ambience that is offered from a carefully constructed coffeeshop, I'm finding myself fully satisfied with my De'Longhi espresso maker.
The espresso pours out inky black with a thick layer of foam and raw milk from our local dairy farm steams to frothy perfection each time I make myself a drink. It barely takes up any space of the counter and is easily cleaned wiht a simple wipe down. I'm already picturing a little tray and milk frother to add to my collection of tools. I have been using illy espresso and I am loving the strong nutty flavor that swirls in the cup. It is velvety smooth and rich on the tongue, while not sour or bitter. I sound like I am writing an ad or a review, don't worry - I'm not being compensated for any of this.
It is amazing the richness of blessing that comes through gratitiude. As I sink into this new year, I find that it is the little things that pull me even deeper into an overwhelming sense of joy. I wrote previously about being brave, being grateful, and enjoying life. Even in the first two days there have been ups and downs. I have set goals that I didn't meet, faced challenges that I wasn't prepared for, and spewed profanities into an empty car. It was cathartic, it was even better when my sister came to listen.
Right now, my children are desperate to lose themselves to a television show, which is off limits during school time. There is the tension of addiction that pushes them to challenge boundaries and argue over trivial irritations. I put the baby to sleep, gave them each a book, a back up of coloring crayons and a sand box, with the warning that they are not to disturb me for twenty minutes. I'm sitting in my favorite yellow chair and the rain is falling soft and gently drumming on the skylight. As a mother, I am not prone to breaks, then, before I know it, I'm angry and shouting. I want to stay gentle and present, to live on the outside the kind of mother I am in my heart. As I drink the rich flavor of coffee and spice, fluffed with cream - I can feel myself let go, relax. Like a deep breath, or soul filled meditation, it gives me enough of an interlude that I can return to the real world of crying babies and arguing children, with grace.
I sip soft the last bit of foam and as it lingers on my tongue, I sink into gratitude and with it the rich flavor of joy.