My daughter will be gone most of the day, but we begin each day together. She makes a Chemex, because she has it down to a science, whereas I do not. I sit in the den anticipating that magical cup of brew.
This morning she did something so special. She has this coffee cup she knows I love. It’s just the right size, and I use it when she’s not here. When she is here, she usually uses the cup, but not this morning.
She sat the cup on my side of the table.
This was a special moment to receive this cup from her. It was a small gesture, and maybe to some go unnoticed, but it’s how we show our love and care.
The smallest of things create magical moments.
While she is out and about adulting, I began thinking what I could do for her. We have this inside joke now that she is almost 20 years old. I tell her she doesn’t need me nearly as much as she thinks she does, but there is this one thing she loves for me to do. Wash her sheets in perfume wash.
She’s jokingly asked if I will come and change her sheets the rest of my life. Well darling, maybe not every week, but when time allows, I will do that. It was 32 degrees this morning, so her favorite flannel sheets are being washed in perfume for her bed.
For me, it was getting to use her cup in her presence, but for her it will be these sheets.
That’s true love.