Sometimes I steal my husband’s favourite mug.
I drink my coffee out of his Harley-Davidson cup just because I like it. It’s the perfect size for my morning coffee, and has a nice, smooth handle.
It makes me think of him, too, when he’s not here. It also reminds me of rides on his bike in the summer. (And anything that reminds me of summer is a good thing.)
And now I’ll go heat my coffee in my husband’s mug since it’s gone cold while I’ve been writing…