PT III.

My husband and I had our first date at LeJay’s. I was too nervous to eat anything so instead I ordered a coffee. We talked endlessly and fell in love almost right away. At the time, I worked a night shift at the hospital. He would come home from work and brew a fresh pot of coffee and then bring me a cup while I got ready for my shift.

There was only one problem. The coffee was terrible. The coffee was terrible day after day after day. To this day (we’re now both retired and have been married for over 20 years) he still brings me a cup of coffee. And to this day I have never taken a sip. It just goes down the sink (what a waste I know) I will never have the heart to tell him because the ongoing gesture is too thoughtful. How I love this man.