When I moved home one of my favorite treasures was waking up early and having coffee with Mom. I would smell the coffee brewing and I couldn't resist its pull to the kitchen.
Mom took her coffee with just half and half. She preferred a full bodied blend, but not too bitter. I have so many memories of watching her sip on her coffee. I can still see how she would hold her coffee mug. She often sipped in those early hours with the Bible on her lap while she sat in her rocking recliner in the Family Room. I remember just sitting near her and thinking, "I want to be like that when I grow up..."
After our quiet time was over, or our coffee had finally kicked in, we would talk. It was forced or necessary, but it was something I looked forward to every morning. I would love to tell her everything that is happening in my life right now. I would love to tell her about Erik and I reuniting in between our sips of coffee. I would love to hear her advice, whether I like it or not.
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