Caffeine High

A musician friend of Q was in town last night and we went to see his performance at a local cafe. Since we had spent the day doing our closet spring cleaning, we succumbed to the temptation and ordered a couple mochas (he got iced mocha. I've never understood iced coffee.) We were up till the wee hours of the night -don't even know exactly when we went to sleep- and now we are missing church, of course. The coffee place was Christian, does that count? (hehehe... :">)
Funny how a caffeine high will take me back to my good old college times. Q had to sit in bed, tea mug in hand, listening to me ramble about faith, friends, and the meaning of life. It was like being 18 all over again.
Q and I have been living together for a bit longer than a year now. Marriage is quite a wonderful thing. Being roommates with your best friend can either go really well or horribly wrong. I got lucky. It's been all I hoped for and more. Q and I work so well together. I've always liked to brag that I make great decisions (can one take credit for falling in love?). Cuddling with him, eating with him, talking with him, dancing with him. It's been a constant high -caffeine not always necessary.
Some concerns are still there. If you pray, please remember the ministry in Anapra (the view of the border, it seems to me, will forever be extreme. The school has taken a hard blow this year because of the negative exposure Juarez is getting. Sometimes I wonder if Americans want to be afraid). And please do say a prayer for my grandmother's husband and for Q's grandmother.