Before, I made his coffee every once in awhile--a few times a week. It was nice to be able to do it for him, but it made no difference in my day.
Now, however, I've made it everyday, circumstances be damned, for over a week (eleven days, but who's counting).
He has gotten up before me a couple of times and I knew he would make the coffee. I was so certain I started feeling unneeded. Ahem, anyway... To my surprise, he came back just to tell me to get up and make the coffee.
"Go make coffee."
Those words have been a great start to my day, they might even be better than the coffee itself, but let's not get carried away.
I think it just gets me in the right mindset before I have time to let anything else in, you know?
I guess it's not just coffee, it is coffee with a splash of meaning.