I imagine God requests the holiday cup, even though it's only November, because God knows that there is no seasonal calendar that should ever dictate joy. God probably tips the barista extra, because God understands that a very special 3 year old has a birthday right around the corner. And when we walk into the office, groggy and grumpy from running late, I bet God smiles, watching us receive our daily gift of the love that we do not deserve, that abides nonetheless. Pt2