If we were to meet for coffee I would, first of all, order a tea. Possibly iced, most likely hot, and in an individual tea pot– because I’m sure we would be meeting somewhere quaint that served tea in individual pots.
If we were to meet for coffee, I would tell you how I had a total meltdown last night. Weeping — no, wailing, actually. It took me somewhat by surprise, and left as quickly as it came. If we were sitting down, sipping our tea and coffee, and you asked me why this meltdown took place, I wouldn’t be able to give you a valid answer. I would simply tell you that I am under-slept and have been working many more hours than is normal for me. That, apparently, is enough for Meltdown Mode in the world of Kristin.
If we were to meet for coffee, I would ask what your family traditions are at Christmas. When you kindly asked me the same thing, I would tell you that we are still in the process of figuring what tradition looks like in our families. I would ponder the strange changes that take place as families expand and grow older. What happens when Christmas Eve at Grandma’s House isn’t possible anymore? When do my parents take on the responsibilities of their parents? When do I?
If we were meeting for coffee, I would tell you that I am *giddy* with anticipation over the Christmas Day release of Les Miserables. I would also ask you if you thought there was ANYTHING wrong with Hugh Jackman. As far as I can tell, he is, in fact, perfect.
If we were meeting for coffee, I would end our coffee date with a hug.
Until next time,