Gramma Peabody’s forget-me-not cup and our first wisteria bloom of the year. This makes me so happy. I have such fond memories of her allowing me to drink coffee out of this cup. Her only rule was to drink it black or I couldn’t have it. This morning I sit here typing with my mug filled with hot, black coffee. To this day, I obey my Gramma and miss our chats over a black cup of sustenance. She always said, “Ahh sustenance.” With every first sip.
In Him,
Joyful
5-15-22

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