Thank you, coffee, for being my life raft.
I awake to an abrupt wailing each morning, the cracking start of a fresh day. As I stumble sleepily to the nursery, I pass the Keurig and push that "large" button with a vigor usually reserved for Olympic athletes. The following click-click-whirr has become the sound of sanctuary in my ears. I remember as a young, adventurous newlywed I'd seek out the roar of a fire or the rumbling of anxious seas to make me feel alive. Now the buzz-rattle of a coffee maker tells me it's time to spring up and greet the day.
My baby gets play time, changing time, meal time and nap time.
I get coffee time.
The thick, caramely blends can be as different as the parents I know. I see some smiling weakly,Read More »from An Ode to Coffee