its all about that coffee

he had at the biggest grin on his face, as i poured hot water into the french press. my brother has two favorite things in life. 1) his beard and 2) his morning coffee. He begged me (mostly annoyed me) all morning to make him coffee. Finally i gave into his ways. He stood against the counter watching me steep the coffee as he played with the ends of his hair. grabbing our favorite mugs from the cabinet, we sat outside on the patio as i poured each of us a cup. He sat there beside me with content. a huge smile on his face. i laughed as i looked away sipping my coffee. we just sat there and didn't talk really. just soaked in the morning haze, the smell of the first few days of summer and the calm breeze against our hair. after a few minutes of quiet my brother looked over at me and paused. i looked back and saw the sweetest grin on his bearded face. he put his arm around my shoulders and said, "You're one awesome sister, you know that?" putting my head on his shoulder i replied "right back at ya, bro." with our coffee's in hand and the sun rising higher in the sky. I felt beyond blessed. I am one lucky sister, to have a brother like i do.