At the end of a crappy day, I needed a warm lift.
I set my little espresso machine to go and went to shed my work clothes for my comfy on-the-couch-clothes.
When I returned, there was no doubt who understood me, who knew what I needed to brighten my dreary day.
Not a bouquet of flowers. Not a cheery card.
No, it was a cup so pretty, I almost couldn’t drink it.
But of course, I did.