When you’re married you have to share things, and in my case that includes our favorite coffee mug. I know it sounds like a stupid thing – and really I don’t have any rights to the mug since I gave it to Matt – but being the indian giver that I am I consider it equally mine. I picked it up in Fort Collins almost three years ago and once I brought it home and gave it to Matt I realized how perfect it was. Not too thick, like the Navy mugs my dad has at home – or the waffle house mugs – but more substantial than the typical mugs populating your cabinets plastered with logos from things past.
Each morning we get up and after making coffee we decide who gets to use it. Usually someone offers it up for the other person, and the small gesture is both sacrificial and thoughtful. This morning I let Matt use the mug.
by Mary Dougherty
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