O my God, thank You for coffee, my fragrant, snooze-busting joy any morning, but especially at 4 a.m. Thanks for my tea-drinking hubby, still buried under covers. And OMG, thank You that despite different brews, different views and different clocks, together we have coffee, tea, and Thee.
O my God, two years ago my mom ditched her disease-ridden disguise and soared into Your arms in a leap no weightless astronaut could achieve. This cold Monday morning, my cosmic leap consists of getting out of bed. OMG, so glad You make every jump with us!