Cuppa Joe

I love coffee in the mornings.  I love the routine of it.  From start to finish, it is a comfort to me.

Some mornings coffee means hanging with my hubby and catching up from the week.  Some mornings it means throwing it in a mug and heading out to the office, sipping frantically so I don't spill it in the car. Some mornings it means rocking on a porch in the woods with family or friends and talking about hopes and dreams.  But, every morning, it starts my day with its coffeeliciousness.

Here is a little ditty about coffee:


Oh how I love,
My cuppa joe,
Hot, sweet and lovely,
Past sleeply lips.

Oh how I love,
My cuppa joe,
Home, love and pleasure,
In everyday sips.

A really big hug

I have recently become aware of the Free Hug campaign and I have to say each time I see the video I smile.

I am, by nature, a hugger. Sometimes that has served me well, other times, not so much, but I can't seem to help myself.   I am also, by nature, very lucky (thus the cool blog name).  I am lucky for many reasons not the least of which is that I have many people in my life who hug me, or let me hug them.

There is nothing to compare to a good hug; the kind of hug that lets you know the hugger/huggee isn't just being polite but really wants the contact with you.  A really good hug can make a lot of things better or at least seem better.  I like the kind of hug when you can feel a person's energy, smell their hair, know what they had for breakfast, and really feel like you have shared a moment.  I have been hugged by, or hugged all different kinds of people (as I said before, I am lucky in this department) and I don't get tired of it for the simple reason that I truly believe in the POWERS of the hug.

I have felt all of the following while being hugged at one time or another:
comfort, friendship, support, passion, protective/protection, relief, joy, calm, and surrounded in a little love bubble.


It is funny to hug people who aren't huggers or who aren't used to being touched.  Sometimes they are stiff and stand-offish. They blush and stammer and their arms hang down at their sides.  But sometimes, even if they start off like an ironing board, they come around, they relax a little, make a lasso with their arms and hug just a little tighter and a little longer than expected.  :)


So, tonight, I am sending out a running towards you, arms wide open, hard hitting, full of love hug.  You are smiling now, aren't you?

Full Face Honeysuckle

I was running this morning really early, jamming to a little Pink, and trying to get into a comfortable pace.  I was thinking about the day and the week and what I wanted to get done. I was thinking  that I needed to go grocery shopping. I started to try to make a list in my head to the rhythm of my pace; milk and avocado and sauce and lettuce and beans and beets and chicken and pickles and crackers...
wait, I think I have crackers... hmm, yikes step up on the curb....


then it hit me. FULL FACE  HONEYSUCKLE!


Sweetness and summer and sweetness and summer and sweetness and summer and sweetness and summer- 
my pace improved.   (my mood did too!)
Thank you honeysuckle for being yourself in all of your overpowering goodness.

Mimi

My niece calls me Mimi.  It makes me smile. 

I have always wanted a nickname and even gone so far when I was a kid to try to give myself nicknames, but they never caught on.  (In my mind, I am a Maggie.  I have always known that Maggie is short for Margaret. But, c'mon, it is such a cool name! )

This weekend, I got to spend some time with my niece and so my ears are still singing with sounds of Mimi.


"Mimi, ride with me. Mimi, hold me. This water is cold Mimi!"  La la la.

I love her for one million reasons.   She loves me because I am her Mimi. 

Maybe I have found my perfect nickname after all.

Porkchop and Applesauce

I have called my son Porkchop for as long as I can remember.

 "Porkchop, bring down your wash."  "Choppy chop don't forget to take your vitamins."  "Good Lord Porkchop, your gym bag is smelly. "  "Love you Chop."

Today I dropped him off at his college orientation and as he picked up his bag and got ready to walk off into adulthood, I got out of the car, walked over and gave him a big hug and kiss.

I could tell he was ready to go but he let me hug him just a second.  "So proud of you Chop."

"Thanks Mom."

I watched him walk proud, strong and determined across the quad. 


My Porkchop going off to find his applesauce.   His momma going off to find her way out of the maze that is central Philly- with a joyful heart and smile. :)

Blue Gum Ball

I crossed my fingers.  My friends cheered me on. I put in a quarter and crossed my fingers again.  I turned the knob, paused, and then with great anticipation, I opened the little door.

There it was.

The perfect blue gum ball smiling up at me!

I love blue gum ball days! 
 Albert Einstein once said, "There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is."

Blue gum balls, an everyday, everything miracle! 

15 push ups

I did 15 push ups today. Twice. Real push ups. It felt great.  I wanted to sing it to the guy in the checkout line at WaWa.

Picture this:
"Hey Mister, guess what I did?"  (Big smile and melodious voice!)

"15 push ups. Twice. La la!" ( One big bow and a high five from the deli! )



This is one of those things, the million little things, that make me happy.  I thought I would share- put some happy out there and see what it brings.