I have come to the realization that my morning coffee is much more than a steaming hot cup of liquid. It is my comfort zone, my best friend, my soothing salvation in times of need, I am in love with my coffee. If I break this down simply; it is smooth and doesn’t talk back, it is hot yet doesn’t require sex when I am tired, it gives me energy without expecting me to do something and I can experiment with different flavors and don’t get accused of cheating. And also interestingly enough, coffee is good in hot or cold weather despite what non coffee drinkers may think. I never understood the look of pleasure my mom got on her face with those first few sips of fresh coffee in the morning, now I understand. When the kids are screaming at each other, when the laundry pile is telling me it will leave the house if I don’t fold it, when the dirty dishes are a new decor in the kitchen, I just slowly sip my coffee and in essence am turning into my mother. It has taken 36 years to grasp some of the odd things she did, and when I was little coffee was like Liver in my opinion. She would add her sugar and hazelnut creamer and stare out the window in her robe. In my small world I just had to color at that exact moment or the entire world was going to implode, jumping up and down seemed to make her snap out of her trance just long enough to say “go color IN the coloring book and not on the table”. This morning as I was oh so enjoying my salvation with white macadamia chocolate creamer, my son asked to color while he was spinning in circles and jumping saying “can I color” like that ice cream commercial. Thank goodness for my coffee break because the green marker all over the wall made me smile and enjoy this small moment of insanity. Now if we can survive Christmas all will be good.
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The green marker bandit is stylishly wearing the silver and green bows and he has his arm around his partner in crime and best friend Andrew.
