The Day Of (a love letter).
Posted on July 24, 2012
Kristen is virtuosic with beverages. You can keep your Maddow, I have my Marcroft. She will whip egg whites for a pisco sour on any given Tuesday. Her gimlet features pre-prohibition gin, Rose’s, fresh lime juice, and simple syrup. It gets shaken, hard, and she delivers it, icey and beautiful, into my hands.
Kristen makes the best coffee I’ve ever had. It is really, really dark. She does not believe in milk. She will settle for half and half only if she has to — if we have heavy cream that goes in. She is right about that.
Kristen never hands me a cocktail without a tiny straw in it — even bourbon — even though I know it pains her that I sip Blanton’s through a straw. Kristen always puts the lid on my coffee so that the handle is lined up to the left. She knows which hand I hold it in while I read the news in the morning.
I have never asked for a straw. I have never mentioned with what hand I like to hold my coffee.
Kristen is the most considerate, most attentive, kindest person I know.
She is my heart.
She is going to be an amazing lawyer.