Doing something for myself this morning.

Coffee date, with ME.

Enjoying the quiet, piece, time to SELF…

Older I get, I’m after this more.  Coffee, a scone, and one of the Nurse’s and my most loved huts.

Mindful this Saturday morning, after taking all three kids to three different locations.  Not looking too far into this time to me, just enjoying.

The traffic lights, the coffee calming its temp in the cup, the little conversations between destinations, the ordinary chaos that somehow becomes its own kind of peace. 

The Story doesn’t always arrive with fireworks or giant revelations. 

Sometimes it pulls into a parking lot quietly, stretches its legs, and reminds you to notice what’s already here. 

No racing ahead today.  No rehearsing tomorrow. Just this moment, these errands, these observations I love, and the strange beauty of being needed in small, everyday ways. 

Even the rush feels softer when you stop fighting the clock and simply live inside the hour.

First bite of the scone… perfection.  Sip latte loaded with 4 shots, hear baristas making this mix and that creation, then some weird ask like 3/4 of a pump in a something I’ve never heard of.