Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Beauty of Giving Up

As I opened the car door this morning, there it sat.  An empty reminder of a full experience.

A couple of years after we gave up television I gave up coffee (the devil's brew, as the Navigator calls it).  I switched briefly to decaf before going cold turkey, which apparently is the only way I can give up an addiction.  But, I lost my taste for it.  Completely.  And then my freedom from my addiction became a cause for pride.    For being stubborn and impassable.

The Dancer, on the other hand, has developed a taste for the drink, and because of my weakness, I rarely give in to her request for coffee.

Last night, it was time to pick her up from dance.  It was late.  The two little ones were heavy eyed.  But, what a lovely time to surprise her.  To make a move to share something with her that no one else in the family will. 

I pulled into the parking lot, walked through the door to order two cups of decaf,  and gave up my resolve to not drink for the sake of something better: just a few quiet driving moments over a shared cup of fellowship.  A good measure.  Pressed down.  Shaken together.  Running over.


  1. Oh, I LOVE this! My husband gave up coffee a few weeks ago and I've come to realize just how much my love for the drink is more of a love of the camaraderie it brings. :) Glad you two got to share a cup.

  2. It's nice to have a common interest with someone you love. And the car is the best place to chat, you really get a peek at their hearts! Great post!

  3. Your words and photos are beautiful...I'm so, so glad you decided to join the High Calling. We're just delighted to have you! :)

  4. You have tasted what is best and savored it. :)

    So glad to meet you through TheHighCalling.org.

  5. Smiling at your choice. It was a good one.

    I am delighted to meet you through TheHighCalling.org. Welcome.