I never use to drink coffee, really. I was just never that much into it. Maybe so often I’d get myself a mocha frap or a caramel frap, but that’s about it. (Can’t really drink those now if I’m being honest, way too sweet for me.)
It’s hard to believe now that I actually functioned without basic coffee. But I have been drinking coffee now for over 10 years, maybe 15! As you get older things become like a mirror after a hot shower.
But coffee has become my hug in a mug every day! So soothing and comforting. It’s like watching snow fall, but better.
If I’m feeling spontaneous I’ll add whip cream on top with some cinnamon. I’ll even wake up an hour early for this shit before my kids wake up so I can close my eyes, savor every sip, and not have to constantly nuke it up in the microwave. This is my adulthood.
My husband, who was my boyfriend at the time would drink coffee every single morning with his favorite hazelnut creamer (he’s been drinking coffee for YEARS) Whenever he would make his coffee it smelled so satisfying. I couldn’t help but request a few sips and indulge in the goodness. And he would share. He did love me apparently.
Well, over time my sips slowly morphed into me inhaling almost all his coffee every time. Where eventually he began making me my own cup of coffee along with his. I think he was done sharing with me. He had to flip the switch. I don’t blame him at all.
Anyways, it’s became our morning thing with him and I. And still is our morning thing. Every. Morning. I just cherish this thing that is ours.
And well, ladies and gentlemen…that is how this coffee lover/addict/enthusiast was born. Thanks for reading my little coffee story.
Now who wants some coffee? Because I for sure do.
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