a cup, a cup, a cup a cup a cup...

so many times i get up in the morning and say to myself... i want a cup of Joe with my friend across the sofa table with me.... i get up take my shower before i think of doing anything else... or the day is not the same at all. i dress and wonder if a friend will meet me today on the couch for a cup of laughter or woe.

i really look foreward to the " couch " times.. i love to have a dear one stop by , flop on my couch and share with me vignetts of thier live and of our loves. i like to wrestle outloud with folks for a moment of thoughts and dreams... a pastor once told me recently that he noticed that i liked to search people. or unpack them.. or somthing like that.... and It is true... everyone has a story that has brough them this far.

i thought that his comment was funny as his head was under my sink trying to get a dime that had wedged itself into out disposal sans Hubs thinking the dropped dime would not be a big deal.... until Pastor comes by and brings his tool belt... hard hat... and elecrical know how book. yup if a disposal is not designed to eat a watermelon rind... you can bet a tiny metal dime will do some damage...

Pastor B and I traveled through memories of his childhood with his Father whom he dearly loved. i asked Pastor B. what traits did he feel he had of his dad... what fond memory is tucked into his heart.. what aftershave his dad wore. memories that had fallen into the floorboards of time.. memories of his Father whom had Died when Pastor B was in his 20's , some 20 odd years ago.

sharing stories of this beloved man made me want to meet such a Father for truely this Man loved his boy and that great big tall grown up boy did not have to question that. What kind of Father instills those moments of Fishing, of time given to his sons.... what kind of Father instills a love that causes his children to seek after him... I will tell you what kind.... a kind a father that was able to love without terms. so be it. .... so. be. it.

recently this Pastor B lost his baby brother... his 40 somthing year old baby brother. suddenly to a heart attack. the loss has been great... even giving it such words does not seem to touch the depth of how deep loss goes. i look foreward to the day i can ask those same questions of Pastor B about his Baby brother... to allow the balm of time to massage into those deep floorboards of memories....maybe one day i will ask about what traits they shared and have him wander off into a memory for him to unwrap.

I for one cannot imagine losing my sister... the thought gnashes at my heart. Sis and i are now in our own 40 somthings... and let me tell you what you all better find my couch when that happens.. cause i am going to need and want to talk about it...... a lot!

So come over get a cup... a cup.. a cup ...a cup a cup and lets unwrap eachothers lives and dare to live in the beautiful mess of it.