I got to spend an hour by myself on the Starbucks side of a Barnes & Noble. This never happens. It was divine.
I first visited this same Starbucks in 1995, when a friend introduced me to real cappucino. It was there, while attempting to add sweetener to my drink, that I first confronted the futility of stirring powder through foam with a stick. It was that weekend when that same friend prayed for Neil and I, in a circle of other youth pastors and wives. He and his wife had just welcomed their third child into the world, and apparently things were less than poetic. He ended his prayer with something like, “bless the fruit of their loins so they can suffer like the rest of us”.
We had been married for about 6 months.