A toast to my husband

These days my husband and I are celebrating 26 years of marriage. I have been privileged by all the tributes he has paid me and the publications he has dedicated to me. In this ecosystem he has left a sample of some of the details and the various ways invented to make this love that has cost us so much to sustain flourish.

Recently a friend from our school days invited us to her house for a weekend and, later we learned that the invitation was a pretext to give us an anniversary gift consisting of a meal at a restaurant near her house that turned out to be wonderful. But, that's another story.

One of the things that my friend knows about my husband is his love for coffee and his taste for making it and preparing it just the way he likes it. Although, in all honesty, it is me who likes the coffee he makes the most. It must be because the main ingredient you put in it is love.

It turns out that my friend is an expert in making coffee and we agreed to make a toast to my husband and our relationship.

We arrived at her house around 1:30 in the afternoon and settled into the room prepared for us. While we were settling in, my friend started to make the coffee and, as she already knew my husband's taste for espresso coffee, she made him a cup of espresso coffee and for both of us she prepared a Cortaito.

It is incredible to see how my husband is happy sharing a cup of coffee. While we were enjoying our coffee my friend asked my husband questions ranging from what he had done to make this relationship last, my taste in coffee, his musical preferences and that detail of giving me poetry as a gift.

It was incredible for her the things my husband told her, something that for me is a daily occurrence.

I can summarize by saying that the whole answer revolved around the importance of cultivating the relationship with simple details that fill life and in which coffee has played an essential role. He spoke of the sentimental place of coffee in his life and his heart because his blood is brown because of the red of the blood and the black of the coffee. He also expressed that there is nothing that a cup of coffee cannot improve or solve and he told my friend about the number of projects and ideas that we have materialized in this permanent habit of having a cup of coffee every afternoon.

After thanking her for that nice toast we went to a place we didn't know about and that turned out to be the anniversary gift she had given us.

Credits: All photos were taken with my Samsung J2.

The translator used was DeepL Translate.