I am missing Michael.

This morning, though, we "shared" breakfast--fourteen hundred miles apart.

We had coffee that he had ground from beans and cream of wheat with maple syrup--a breakfast I love, that he duplicated there in Houston.

Just over a week ago, he replaced the maple syrup in my refrigerator here in Cleveland--today's couple of tablespoons were the first used.

I am grateful for little things like a shared breakfast that's been touched and partially provided by him, even across the miles, and by having had the same breakfast as each other even though we're in different time zones. 

I am grateful for the existence of the internet so that we could chat this morning while preparing our shared breakfasts.

Sometimes that's all it takes to change a day. I'm grateful.