My dad has been drinking coffee for as long as I can remember. I remember waking up early to smelling foldgers hard at work in the coffee drip. I remember helping measuring scoops, pouring water and watching the coffee maker work. My dad got fancy while we were in high school and we received boxes of coffee beans, coffee grinders and little bags of sample coffee.
I've always enjoyed the smell of coffee. How it fill a house in the mornings, how it surrounds all the nooks and crannies in a coffee shop. (Like in college went I spent hours "studying" with friends at our favorite coffee shop and your clothes and hair smell like coffee until you take a shower!)
Oh! Don't let me forget coffee ice cream! Even better than a hot cup! When I was in 3rd grade my favorite ice cream was Hagen Daz coffee!! Strange for a kid, but oh so delicious.
As now a mom I love/need that cup of coffee. I sometimes prep the coffee the night before and excitedly press "delay brew" and wake up pretending a barista has made my coffee. Other days it's a mad dash to make just one cup and chug it down before we get out the door. Other days are slow and I actually ask the kids to help me make it, spilling coffee beans or grinds all over the counter, counting the spoonfuls, telling them not to eat the beans, and praying the don't fight over who presses the "on" button.
A sweet friend gave me this print to me and it happily hangs in our kitchen:
And most days I look at it and say "Yes! Yes! That is exactly what I need today!"
