Saturday mornings are for lounging, for coffee, and for listening to our kids run around and wrestle and giggle.  We absolutely cherish these moments. Moments when we can sit peacefully and sip coffee out of old mugs, each one with a story to tell.  Mine was a gift from coworkers years ago, a time in my life where my job was a big part of my identity, where I lived to work.  I loved those that I worked with and the passion in their eyes truly made my “job” a place I enjoyed to go each day.  My husbands mug was a gift from his 10 year West Point reunion,…