I pull out my perfect ceramic mug, it feels just right in my hands. The coffee is making its brewing sounds, I breathe in the richness. 

People in Haiti are mourning the loss of loved ones. 

I pour just the right amount of cream in the bottom of the mug.  And two teaspoons of sugar.

Children have lost their moms. 
And their homes. 

I pour the steaming coffee; stir, pick up the mug and cradle the warmth in both hands. 

They are hungry and wanting. 

In the next room, my girls giggle.

I look out the kitchen window, notice two sweet birds sitting on the bare winter branch, the early morning light.  Breathe deeply. 

And say thank you.