I woke up today to a gloomy Rome, and the realization that it is in fact Monday, and a very busy Monday after a not very restful weekend at that. All I wanted to do was curl up in pajamas with a strong cup of coffee, but I willed myself into appropriate workwear instead. I even impressed myself by putting on heels.
To cope with this severe case of Monday morning maladies, I found comfort in my favorite piece of dishware — an espresso cup and saucer handmade by my youngest brother, Rick. This small ceramic cup, lovingly sculpted and beautifully painted, instantly puts a smile on my face. I love it. I treasure it. I cup it in my hands and sip from it in sweet, caffeinated bliss. I carried it with me, wrapped in my softest sweaters, from Wisconsin to Italy. I’ll carry it to Jordan, or Zambia, or Afghanistan, or wherever I go next. Though he’s 8 years younger, far too into sports and everything else boyish for my taste, and not a coffee drinker, Rick and I have an understanding. We’ve deemed ourselves the most normal in our family, (if only for our ability to realize our weirdness, whereas the rest of them are blissfully oblivious), and can communicate with a few eye rolls or smiles. Because we understand each other, I also know this post will embarrass him, and probably annoy him a little too. But that’s ok. 🙂 Happy Monday!