I was never a much of a coffee drinker until I was well into
my 30s, and even then, I was more of a “social” coffee drinker: I would drink
it when I was out for a meal with friends (more likely lunch or dinner than breakfast),
or I’d grab a cup at work when I was heading for an afternoon meeting. But once I had
children, coffee in the morning became a necessity.
Despite being a necessity, though, it feels like a little
luxury, a little treat, a little indulgence. Instead of feeling like I can drag
myself out of bed because I know there’s a cup of coffee waiting to get me
going, I feel more like I want to get
out of bed because there’s something wonderful waiting for me in the kitchen.
And there’s always something wonderful waiting for me in my kitchen! Sometimes
it’s my husband, sometimes it’s my kids, but always it’s my java.
It’s waiting there for me, right there on my left.
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