20 years later, my coffee confirms I’d say ‘I do’ all over again

Hello friends, coffee lovers, I hope you are all doing very well. I'm stopping by to share something that happened to me, which brought me a lot of joy and made me think about the future and the things to come with God's help, especially when it comes to love. To give you some context, I am in a relationship that, in this year 2026, is reaching the 20-year mark.

I surprise myself just by saying 20 years, because it is technically a lifetime and it’s a bit less than the age I was when I first met him. We’ve had our ups and downs; we raised an older son, then conceived three more children—one of whom we had to bury. Amidst joys and losses, time has done its part; it has gone by and we keep on fighting, no longer as individuals but as a team, as parents of thriving children who need us and who are part of this team.

A few months ago, I watched a police series, and in one of the episodes, there was a woman who waited for people to finish their coffee because, according to her, she could read the grounds or find meaning in the shapes reflected at the bottom of the cup. At that moment, curiously enough, I was thinking about how I want to get married again, but in a different way than the first time; and when I innocently looked at my cup, I stopped to see the beautiful shape it had formed.

I am the type of person who plans her activities, even if there is a long time to go, and I’m not saying that if I get married it will be this year, but just by thinking about it, I define everything at once: my idea, what I need, how I want every single detail... and those are things that make me happy, that fill me with excitement. As I told you, it’s not something I’m planning for right this second, but it is in my plans—something intimate, yet significant.

And in that moment, after I had spent a while defining everything I’d like my wedding to have, I leaned back from the table and picked up my cup, wondering if there was still a little bit of coffee left; to my surprise, what I saw was the shape of a heart that had formed with the coffee. It’s as if my coffee had bonded with me in a way that it could feel the emotions of joy I was experiencing at that moment.

The truth is, when I saw it, I was very surprised and felt it was a sign that it would be possible, that it is viable and that it will be an important and blessed event, sealed by the magic of the coffee that accompanied me that whole time while I was shaping all the ideas summarized from what has been 20 years of effort, sacrifice, love, and resilience from both of us.

I took a photo and showed it to my children, and everyone was surprised by the perfect shape of the heart, which made me feel even more that it was a sign that it was a good idea. When I say this, I reflect on something I’ve discussed with two close couples about marriage—couples who have also been together for many years. When asked if they would get married, they quickly said no, why bother, that they don’t know what will happen later on, and with those attitudes, they spend their whole lives.

So, it makes me understand that, in their hearts, their partner is not the person they want to spend the rest of their lives with, to reach old age and that permanent companionship—that team that is always needed. So I said to myself, knowing my future plans and in the company of my coffee: "Wow, you’re a genius, you feel what I feel too; let’s keep planning this wedding."