Would you like to come over for coffee?
Wednesday, November 30, 2005We could drink a nice hot cup from one of my favourites. Which I bought at Pier 1 for next to nothing.
We would talk about nothing and everything. Things that matter and things that really don't.
We could watch the fishing boats glide in the bay. Zigzaging back and forth as they pull up their traps, hoping for gold. Silence would be o.k., not uncomfortable.
We could coo over the babe and marvel at the things he is doing. Laugh along with his deep delicious eyes and share experiences.
We would talk about Christmas and all the lovely preparations. Reminisce about our childhood and everything we used to do.
Climb into my big comfy couch and melt into its' cushions and talk about everything and nothing and eat warm cookies and fancy chocolates while brewing another hot cup.
The welcome mat is at the front door. All you have to do is call.
10:42 AM
YES. YES. YES. I want to come! What is your number, where do you live? Do I have to pack a bag? Oh man, where can I leave the kids? Can I just leave Honey a note on the table. LOL, LOL!!
OK. I'm back, whew. What a warm and welcoming invite. Sounds like a fabulous way to spend the morning.