I Love Coffee

 

As I sit here at the computer, my most consuming thought at the moment is how much I love coffee. When we were kids, my brother would beg my mom for some of her decaf coffee. He loved the taste and I couldn't even stand the smell. I didn't get it. Much in the same way I didn't get beer because I hated the smell of that also. Well, like the beer, I came to love coffee as an adult. The first cup of coffee I ever enjoyed was in a little hotel in Madrid, Spain. From that point on, I realized it wasn't just liquid dirt, that there was something to it. Yet, it wasn't until after my daughter was born that I really started to drink it regularly. I have always said that I don't believe the caffeine has a huge affect on me, I just like the act of drinking it. My husband would disagree but I hold firm on this belief.  I love seeing the red light on the coffee maker in the morning indicating hot coffee is waiting to be poured. And God bless my husband because he often heats up my milk and pours my coffee as I walk out of the bedroom. I think he knows it's just as good for him as it is for me to have that coffee in hand. What keeps me going...waking up to my next delicious cup.