MMMMMMMMM...coffee
MMMMMMMMM...
Why do I love it so much...is it the taste..nope..
Is it the Aroma...well I like it a-lot
Is it the warmth....on a cold day that rules
But why such a love affair.
My earliest memories are about coffee
My grandparents were extremely well off. They had lived quite a life. At one point my granddad was ranked 7th in the nation for early NASCAR. At one point they built a stadium. They were quite a pair. But boy were they about proper behavior.
Meals were to be at an exact time (not a minute early or late). They were kinda uptight about some things...but always had a joke to share.
But coffee...where does that come into play?
Well...
They lived in Florida, and every morning without fail they would go on their back porch and talk. They would sit around that round glass table and just talk about life and the day to come.
I was little...
I was probably 3-4 years old...
I was up early....
They were always up early...with the sunrise.
I would go on the back porch with them.
They would sit me down and make me a cup of coffee. It had a lot of milk and sugar...
They would let me join in the talks..
I loved that...I loved them....
I love coffee...it's a reminder of them....
It reminds me to step back...slow down..discuss truly important things.... and connect deeply...
I still put a ton of sugar in it...I still prefer it with milk....I still remember the smells of their backyard...
I love coffee....
Cheers Grandma and Grandpa....cheers!
