Coffee

When I was little, my brother and I would get dropped off at our grandparents house so that my grandma could walk us to school (where she happen to work). Every morning we would sit and have breakfast with them and BEG them for a sip of coffee. The strong smell pouring into their mugs and a tablespoon of sugar, ahh.... who wouldn't want some of that. Every now and then my grandma would pour us a tiny cup (seriously tiny, I think the cups were from a play Tea set) but she warned that it would stunt our growth. I never really cared for it but the thought of it and the fact that my grandma and grandpa seemed to love it, just made me WANT it.

After elementary school we no longer had breakfast with my grandparents and I never drank coffee again. That is, until I got my first "real" job as a drafter. I had a long commute to work and it  seemed like all the other driver's on the freeway were drinking coffee while sitting in traffic. So every morning I would buy one of those super yummy bottled frappuccino's (which might explain the 5 lbs I packed on so quickly that first year), I know it's not the same as fresh brewed coffee but remember at this point I was only drinking it because I was bored in traffic. So for almost 8 years this was the closest I got to coffee. Then one night at a wedding, one month after I had my baby, it was late and I was tired and I thought "what the hell, I'll pour myself some coffee". So I got the little white coffee mug, poured in some steaming hot coffee, one tablespoon of sugar and a little milk and it was delicious! Now every morning starts with a fresh cup of coffee. I still enjoy a frappuccino once in a while, but usually only when I am craving a super sweet version of coffee. And  every now and then, on a super cozy morning (usually on weekends) I think of my grandma and grandpa, eating breakfast and drinking coffee.