Coffee pot kisses.

My day began with the sudden awareness of urgent little feet running up the stairs, and the quick heavy breathing of an excited little boy.  Harrison.  I knew it was him simply by the familiar sound of his footsteps, and the sound of his breathing.  I thought to myself, "Oh, here we go!"  As the bedroom door flew open, he yelled "Angelina Ballerina was on today!"  My sweet husband bolted upright from his sound sleep, as if he had just heard a gunshot go off.  Now that our dear son had  thoroughly dashed any hope of a casual awakening on this fine Sunday morning, Harrison turned and ran right back downstairs to watch his favorite show.  My handsome husband laid back down on his warm pillow and muttered, "Let the noise begin." 
I'm not sure how Sunday mornings go at your house, but at MY house, it is a delicate balance of trying to enjoy the last day of the weekend, and trying to get a bunch of boys cleaned, fed, and ready for Church.  And let me say, Church for us is not something we do, it is who we are.  Friday night's are for date night, and Sunday's are for Church.  Saturdays are open for interpretation.  So, my beloved and I groggily pulled ourselves out of bed, to begin the list of tasks that needed to happen in order to get us to our usual Sunday destination.  We operate as a silent, but efficient team.  One of us pulled out the breakfast food, and milk, as the other one retrieved the baby, who was by now awakened by the sounds of his older brothers singing and dancing loudly to Angelina Ballerina on the floor just below his room.  One of us gathered clothes for the shorties to wear to Church, as the other one packed up the diaper bag.  It's always a blur as to who does what.  But somehow, someone, ALWAYS puts on the coffee to brew.  It's as if, it is our magical task that gets done, without asking, without thinking, without recognition, but without a doubt, is the most important task that gets done in the midst of our busy mornings.  And I don't know if it's the intoxicating smell of freshly brewed coffee that draws us to the kitchen, or just by chance, but my beloved and I always finding ourselves standing face to face, in front of the coffee pot.  I can't tell you how comforting it is to know, that in the midst of our morning chaos of missing shoes, and answering the goofy questions like, "Will I get sunburned at church?  Should I wear sunscreen?", I can always find peace in the fact that my best friend will be waiting for me in front of that coffee pot.  No matter what is going on, I know that I will always get a kiss and strong hug in front of the coffee pot.  It's as if, it is our "romantic destination" for the day.  Just as I know the sound of each of my childrens footsteps coming up the stairs, I know that the smell of fresh coffee brewing will bring me to the coffee pot, to meet my beloved, and I will get my morning kiss. 
And these, are the moments that I cherish in life.