i love coffee.
not black coffee, but coffee with cream, iced coffee, mexican mochas, and chai lattes.
i enjoy the morning ritual - the smell, the taste, the warmth of the cup in my hands.
i never even drank coffee until later in my early 30s.
my parents didn't drink it so it wasn't in my home growing up.
when i went back to work when finn was an infant, i needed something to stay awake.
i was sleep deprived and tried coffee. it not only woke me up, but it was warm and comforting.
i became addicted. it was just what i needed to get through my days since i was up often at night.
though i drink decaf most days, it's enough for me.
during the week, a simple cup from our fancy machine at work hits the spot.
on weekends, i treat myself to a cup from a neighborhood cafe.
no, it's not always from starbucks either.
i prefer local mom & pop shops, but starbucks is convenient and good too.
a cup of coffee just starts my day out right.
it simply makes me happy.
