It may not be glamorous, but my blue coffee mug is a cherished part of my morning routine. In the stillness of the early hours, when the world outside is just waking up, I reach for it. It’s the vessel of my thoughts and tranquility during those precious moments of clarity.
This simple blue mug has been a part of my life for over ten years and originally belonged to my parents. I can’t quite remember if I took it during a family camping trip or if it was a gift from them, but it feels like an old friend, and it’s mine now, no matter how it came to be.
My parents had a unique relationship with their coffee mugs. Each of them had their favorites, and I instinctively knew which one to grab when serving coffee. My dad preferred a sturdy mug that fit comfortably in his large hands, while my mom liked one with a straight lip. It always made me smile that Dad chose a floral design that matched their dishes, proudly declaring his style as “Antique Hotel.” His taste was further confirmed by the extravagant floral carpet he had installed in their living room.
When I visit friends, I often find myself overwhelmed by the variety of mugs available. Choosing one in the morning feels like a momentous task. I examine the designs, hold each mug, and consider factors like weight and theme. How can people casually select a random mug? For me, the right coffee mug is essential; it can even affect the taste of the coffee itself. Drinking coffee is an experience, and the wrong mug can ruin that enjoyment. The perfect mug enhances every sip, with steam rising from the top and the familiar warmth wrapping around my hands, bringing back memories associated with its design.
On the surface, my beloved mug may not stand out. It holds less coffee than some of the fancier ones in my cabinet, and I have mugs adorned with pictures of my kids and witty phrases that are undoubtedly more eye-catching. But love, much like my mug, often defies expectations. You might think you have a type, drawn to the flashy, oversized mugs you see on TV or those that proclaim, “It’s been one of those days all week.” Yet, in the end, it’s the simple blue mug that remains a constant in my life.
Part of my attachment to this mug stems from the fact that my dad has passed away. It evokes memories of the home I grew up in and the two people who shaped who I am today. While life has brought many changes—some joyful and others heartbreakingly sad—holding onto tangible objects is both normal and comforting. As I navigate this journey, I know that even if I sometimes feel a little embarrassed about my fondness for quirky mugs, my blue one will always be there, filled with warmth and memories.
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In summary, my blue coffee mug is a vessel of nostalgia and comfort, serving as a reminder of cherished memories and loved ones. Its simplicity and durability make it irreplaceable in my daily routine.