David and I were in the Atlanta Airport standing in a long Starbucks line, waiting for the awakening potion I so desperately needed. Only true love waits that long for a cup of coffee.
We chatted, laughed (as best I could not being a morning person) and finally arrived at the front counter.
“What can I get you, baby?”
I love how the women in Georgia called me baby. It feels so endearing—A friendly state indeed.
“One cup of the strongest coffee you’ve got.”
She wrote my name on a cup as I talked with the sweet woman behind the register, who smiled like Christ. Juggling my laptop, carry-on, and purse, I fumbled for money. David, who was standing a bit behind me in the crowded space, gently came to my rescue and took my bag while saying; “Let me take that for you.”
The Christ-smiling woman raised her voice a notch: “Honey, look at me.”
I turned to look at David, thinking she was speaking to him. Nope, she was addressing me.
“Girl, listen to me! You know what you got?”
My face looking puzzled. No questions so early, please. I got a lot of things, except for coffee. Talk slow to me —it’s early.
She continued before I could respond. “You got a good man. Yes, that’s a good man there. Do you realize that? Do you know what you got?”
“I do, we are high school sweethearts. Married 25 years and “going steady” for 30!”
“Baby, hold on tight to that one. Listen to me honey, he’s a keeper.”
I smiled and made a promise to her that I would hold on tight to him.
Good reminder, Dawna. Never get accustom to goodness. Never.
She was my reminder at Starbucks and maybe a sweet voice from heaven, telling me to contemplate the great blessing I have.
Warm cup in hand, my thoughts were interrupted with David’s words in a higher tone than normal: “Ah huh! That’s right.” He flashes the woman a smile, swings my bag with new attitude and swaggers out of the coffee shop.
Lord, help me. I will not live this one down.