This morning I came down to a half drunk cold cup of coffee sitting on our kitchen table and it filled me with warmth.
It belongs to my husband who has already gone to work. It sits there all day like a jilted girl at a school disco waiting for his return. For some unknown reason he leaves the coffee and finishes it off when he gets in.
He hasn't done it for ages but there it was today - a reminder, not only that he was here but of how much I love him for all the small things...
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