This is more than a mug filled with coffee.

As I opened the mug cabinet, my arm with no hesitation reached for the top shelf to grab His mug.

I usually take a daily glance at it because the last thing I want to do it break it.

This morning was different. When I opened it, He spoke to me.

Use the mug today.

I could hear my Dad say “fill it up, would ya?”

Of course. My Dad, a proud Navy man, but Iâ€™m gonna tell you why he really loved this mug.

Because it fits 2 cups of coffee and his doctors only allowed him 1 cup a day. He was 80 something and I wasn’t about to argue.

He lived a life of happiness, hardship, tragedy, love again, alcoholism, then back to love and joy and sobriety!

If the man wants 2 cups of ☕️he can have it.

It’s Sunday morning and as I sit here reflecting about my past week and the week ahead, I’m drawn to daydream about my Dad and our relationship with one another.

He was hard on me and I never thought he “accepted me”. Not until the last of his years at least.

Because he would tell me he was proud more often, he’d ask me more questions and took an interest.

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We started to appreciate one another. I remember the transition and the impact it had on me.

Many of us really don’t understand the impact and value communication has in a relationship-it’s powerful. It’s healing…. it’s so important.

With my father accepting me, appreciating me and the life I chose….knowing this helped me continue to follow my path and continue to achieve.

Now, no matter what, I was moving along my journey and would have. But it’s so much better when you have knowledge of being supported, accepted, appreciated, understood. Right?

❇️This is why I’m loving my career
❇️This is why I changed my mind and physical body pretty drastically in a little over a year.
❇️This is why belief in the power of my “Get All A’s”…