...to appreciate the sweet

I've been having a pretty crumby week, as far as weeks go. This is primarily due to my grandmother's health having taken a sudden turn for the worse, and as a result, I am stressed and body is trying to contract a cold. In light of that, everything else pretty much sucks. So I woke up this morning feeling crumby and hauled myself out of my warm bed to get a shower and go to work. When I came back into the bedroom to get dressed, I smelled something unexpected and simply wonderful. There, on my nightstand, was a hot cup of vanilla coffee. While I was in the shower, my husband had brewed me up a cup of my special coffee and put it where I would see it while it was still hot. (I should mention here that he doesn't even like flavored coffee.) It doesn't cancel out the crumbiness entirely, but knowing that you married someone that loves you sure does make weeks like this more bearable.