A few months ago…
I went to Starbucks this morning, wow it can be loud in there, for a much needed jolt to my day. The woman asks for a name for my cup. I say, Audrey. She smiles, says “pretty”.
I walk down to the end feeling good. Yea, I guess I’ve grown used to my name and yea it’s pretty. The absolutely adorable, young, chic, artsy woman making my coffe says “is yours the extra hot coffee?” I say, yes. She looks at the cup and says…”Audrey, what a classy name.” I say, thank you, because its so loud, and smile. Wow, I do have a great name.
As I’m walking to the car everything is serine, the grackles are chirpping, the smell of Spring in the air, the 70Β° has no humidity attached to it, and I have a beautiful name. I pause to thank my parents for such a nice name, thank God for a great morning and then look down at my cup…..TRUE STORY PEOPLE!!! Back to where I started…

Those grackles weren’t just chirping… they were discussing what a beautiful name you have…
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