One Cup At A Time

My husband is not a coffee drinker.  In fact, he’s usually one of those crazy people who lectures that coffee is unhealthy and addictive and blah blah blah…..But slowly I am chipping away at his coffee aversion, one cup at a time.  It started on the weekends – I’d make a flavored roast and he’d ask me to make him a cup (with plenty of cream and sugar of course).  And now it’s progressed to the weekdays when he swings by my office most mornings for a cup of morning blend.  Though inside I beam with delight, I say nothing; make no big deal.  If I did, he’d probably stop drinking coffee just to spite me.  And so I revel in silence, gratified that he’s converting to my beloved habit.  Maybe next I can convert him to cleaning….