Yep. That’s my usual at ‘rhymes with Moonshucks’ coffee house.
If you haven’t tried it, I highly recommend. The long pour pulls more coffee out of the shot and provides that crema foam. But enough about coffee…for now.
Last week, we took a nice long walk to one of the local coffee shops for this exact drink and my Better Half’s double tall latte.
In front of us in the line-up was a Dad pulling a big red plastic wagon with his two sons probably aged 4ish and 2ish waiting patiently. Here’s how boys wait patiently. A little pushing, a little poking, and a little talking (ok, grunting).
I watched them as Dad gathered the drinks and sat down, somehow managing to steer that wagon through the tables and chairs. One of the boys slurped too quickly on his milk straw and sort jumped in surprise. Dad laughed and soon they were all laughing and you could see this Dad drinking it all in…literally. Coffee and time with his kids.
At first I felt a pang of sadness knowing that those times with Chris on this earth are complete.
But then an interesting thing happened. I felt an amazing sense of happiness and privilege for each and every moment I had with my two sons as they grew up. We had so many moments just like that Dad was having with his sons. Goofy stuff. Like the time I took an old half rotted wooden trampoline frame, cut out the bad parts and put the rest up in a tree as a tree fort. Working around the yard together. Trips, sports and just having a snack.
I am so very grateful.
That Dad didn’t know it…but he was having an experience that money can never buy. His coffee may have had room too…room for a whole lot of memories that will last him a lifetime.