Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Another reason

I love my husband. I have turned into a bit of a coffee drinker lately (as in, I actually drink a cup from time to time). Ry had started making extra coffee for me in the mornings so that when I got up, there would be coffee waiting for me. He would put it in an insulated thermos thing so the the coffee maker didn't burn it. You know, in case my son(s) decided to sleep past 7. Which they haven't. But that's not important.

What's important is that I bought decaf coffee for myself, as I'm trying to keep caffeine mostly out of my diet. Since Little Bit seems especially sensitive to what I eat and drink, I figure I'm better safe than sorry. I assumed that buying separate coffee meant no more weekday coffee for me. Yes, I know I could make it myself, but I won't. My mornings are spent juggling a baby and a toddler. By the time I actually think about making coffee we're usually getting ready to head out someplace. Plus, I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I don't know how to use our coffee maker. I'm sure I did at some point, but since I don't drink much coffee, Ry has really been the only one to use it in the 6 years we've been married. If I actually want coffee (and he hasn't already made himself a pot) I usually just bat my eyes and sweetly ask if he would mind making me some coffee.
And then this morning, I woke up to this (click if you need the closeup). Here's what I love about this, in no particular order:
  • He was thoughtful enough to prepare a batch of decaf for me, even though he had already made his coffee and was headed out the door.
  • He knew I have no freaking idea how to use the coffee machine.
  • He made a diagram, complete with dial and light representation.


ldupbeat said...

This is so darn cute!

Cathy said...

Such a Ryan thing to do, especially the pic!

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