I LOVE my coffee. I NEED my coffee. In the morning it gets me going. Sad but true, my coffee is usually what gets me out of bed every morning, makes me wake up. Literally, it’s the excitement of knowing that I can have my coffee when I pull (sometimes tear) myself out of my comfy bed and scuffle out to the kitchen. It’ll be ok. I can pour my coffee and creamer and somehow I’ll have the strength to begin my day. My husband usually wakes up earlier, works out and gets the coffee brewing. Ummm, coffee is the best smell to wake up to on a cool crisp morning.

Since we have been visiting my family in ‘no-mans-land’ so we could attend my grandma’s memorial service, the busy days tend to run together and make chasing my son more tiring. My parents have an esspresso machine that makes the best lattes. Something about a homemade double (or triple) shot latte instead of a pot of coffee…well, there’s no contest!  With many flavor choices available, and it being morning,  I must choose hot and steamed with a thick, dense high cloud of foam, not iced. This seemingly little factor of an avaliable espresso machine makes it extra exciting for me to wake up in the morning knowing this special treat, right at my fingertips, will only last one more day. I try and take advantage of this glorious hot cup of “black gold” that brightens my perspective of waking up early.

Today is our last morning in ‘no-mans-land’ and I am sipping on my perfect latte, pausing to allow the taste and moment to linger. Earlier as I headed down stairs and straight to my mom’s kitchen to prepare this steaming cup, I wondered if fervent hope could somehow transfer this marvelous machine to our kitchen, mysterously by tomorrow morning. I think not.

It’s the little things that make me smile and get me through the day. :)