It’s my last year teaching music. For the past nine years, since I married Robbie, my precious husband has gotten up in the morning to fix my coffee and breakfast.
Robbie doesn’t have to do this, he chooses to do this. All nine years. I started noticing last week that I appear for this breakfast at 6:30 a.m. and I’m typically in my car driving by 6:42 a.m. Twelve minutes with my love each morning.
During those twelve minutes, we say a prayer, I eat my breakfast (carefully guarding it from the hungry-all-the-time kitty), I gather my bags and leave. Leave - always being told “Be careful” and “I love you”.
Twelve minutes - every work day for nine years. A regular day routine that I don’t usually brag about or share on social media. Regular work days aren’t that exciting. What IS exciting is the fact that I have been so immersed in love and care for the past nine years. There was a point where I thought that would never be again. Thank you Robbie.
Give your person twelve minutes a day full of nice gestures and ‘I love yous’. It will make nine - or many, many more years just fly by.
