coffee

I'm drinking coffee this morning! This is a victory in itself, mostly because I haven't had the desire or urge to drink coffee since I found out I was pregnant with Baby #2. Honestly, it doesn't matter to me that it's decaf, it's more of an experience.

My first sip of coffee happened at the age of 2. Don't worry, I didn't drink an entire cup. My Pappa used to drink coffee every morning and one morning I wanted a sip of his. He decided to pour a small amount into my milk and I have loved it since. Neither of my parents drink coffee, so I would only have a cup everytime I would visit my grandparents. I have fond memories of sitting with my Pappa at the breakfast table drinking coffee. We would sit and talk and he would answer all of my questions and then we would go fishing or play dominoes.

Like I said before, it's not really a caffeine addiction, it's more of an experience. I love the idea of pouring a cup of coffee and sitting at the table on our back porch, taking in the morning. If it's a rainy morning, I prefer to cuddle up in blanket on the couch and read a book and sip on coffee, while Mason takes his morning nap. That would be ideal if actually rained here. I only say that, because the last time it rained in Bakersfield happened to be January.

So this morning, I'm enjoying my cup of coffee and rejoicing in the fact that Adam's business trip was cancelled. It's going to be a glorious day.