Monday, November 16, 2015

coffee date 19

If we were on a coffee date, I'd be drinking something hot, hot, hot. It's finally cold here in California, like really cold (by California girl standards) and so I went from flip flops to boots, from lazy short pajamas to flannels with socks. The fireplace is going each night and it's got me really hankering to decorate for Christmas. We decorate after Thanksgiving (literally, the day after), tell me about when your red and green goes up. 

If we were on a coffee date, I'd share this recipe for a Kale-Gnocchi-Butternut Squash bake. It's simple and easy and takes 30 minutes after work, but yields a delicious beyond compare dinner. I make it without the ham (because I'm lazy) and Jason loves it. This is a big deal because Jason is always repulsed by meals that do not include some form of meat.

If we were on a coffee date, I'd wonder what you're aching for right now. I'd ask you about the good parts of the ache and the bad parts too. I'd encourage you to ache for a while, to let the muscles of want work themselves out because, like being sore after the gym, relief is coming (even if you and I are both completely unaware of what that looks like).

If we were on a coffee date, I'd confess I saw The Martian. It was on a Sunday night date that Jason and I are working intentionally to have each week right now. He really wanted to see the movie and so, I caved. It was good. It really, honestly was good. I still have a preference for the book and the tale of how it came to be published. But I wasn't as angry or disappointed as I thought I'd be. Thank you, Hollywood.

If we were on a coffee date, I'd tell you that I'm hopeful and afraid about Christmas. This is the time of year when the biggest piece of my dad disappeared and with this season comes so much emotional heavy. But I've been playing this Christmas concert (from the beloved church we attended during college) for myself all the livelong days. I sobbed in a packed auditorium of a San Diego high school while this concert played out and these songs, the paper chains, the voice of Juanita rock me all the same. 

If we were on a coffee date, I'd shyly share that I wrote words for the book. Yes, I wrote for the book and I cried a lot, but it felt so good. I sat and sipped coffee and bared the little broken pieces of my Popsicle-missing heart. It made me feel less afraid of what's to come this Advent season and in the months beyond. It made me thankful to be here where we are and not back there where we were so long ago.

If we were on a coffee date, I'd have my Uggs on. I know it's not really that cold in California (except it does drop to below freezing regularly here already), but my feet have been SO COLD when I wake up in the morning and I just can't get them warm. So, I'd have on my Uggs and I'd be shameless about it because the toes might fall off if they get any colder (or at least that's how it feels to me).

If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask for tips on gathering. I'd want to know what makes gathering easier, more fun, deeply engaging for you. I'd want all the details about savoring who's in your presence and how you make such moments full of joy. You'd share all your tips and I'd write them down because 'tis the season to gather for me. 

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