Every morning my alarm goes off and I wake up wishing I could sleep for like 5 more…..days. I could hit my snooze or I could get up and make coffee. I stumble out to the kitchen and there it sits. My coffee pot. (Insert that heavenly sounding music thing they play in the movies……) I instantly feel this warm happy feeling come over me. In 45 minutes, it will be mine. I fill it up and hit the switch. Perk for me baby. Perk. Momma likes it when you perk. Creepy? Maybe. But I absolutely am having a deep love affair with my coffee, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
My kids are whining, my laundry is backed up, my dishwasher smells like something died in it, and every time I walk into my kitchen, my foot sticks to something on the floor that I just refuse to investigate. Then I smell that first scent of fresh brewed coffee start to linger through the house. Everything I need to be doing suddenly vanishes from my mind. Along with the foul dishwasher smell. Thank you coffee. You always know what I need. You are so in tune with my feelings, it’s like we are one person.
It’s done brewing. It sits on the counter staring at me longingly. Not yet coffee. The kids leave in 10 minutes. What kind of mother do you think I am? While I struggle to get the children out the door, I exchange a secret glance at my coffee pot again and I can’t help but smile. I feel like a teenager again. Even after 5 years, our relationship is still as strong as ever. After 5 years we haven’t lost that spark.
I suddenly remembered when we met. I was going through a rough breakup with Diet Coke. It was a toxic relationship, and I was so unhappy. Suddenly there it was. Coffee. Coffee stood by me through my ups and downs. Coffee sat in my hand and reassured me that everything was going to be okay. Coffee helped me see that I was better off, that I deserved better. I don’t know what I would have done in that dark time. I really don’t think I could have done it alone.
I think back to all the amazing times that coffee and I have spent together. Coffee rides along with me to work everyday and makes it so I don’t even mind going. We love quiet Sunday’s where we just veg out on the couch and enjoy each other’s company. We don’t even have to talk. We can sit there in silence and truly enjoy just being together. Coffee loves to fish, camp, and go out to eat with me. Coffee doesn’t mind spending hours with my family, and doesn’t complain when I walk through the same store for an hour and can’t decide what I need. How did I get so lucky?
I pour my first cup, and take a drink. My gosh it’s just as amazing as our very first drink. My foot pops a little and I feel the butterflies once again in my stomach. This is what it is all about. I pray that every woman out there can someday be as happy as me. Give me a call, coffee has single brothers. They are just as amazing as my beloved coffee too. They were raised good. In fact, just the other day Tea was saying he was ready to settle down……
Some greater power out there knew what I was lacking. It knew what I needed. I am thankful everyday that our paths crossed. I’m thankful everyday that I got so lucky. I am thankful everyday for my beloved coffee.