Do you remember your first taste of coffee? I was really trying to think of when mine was and I can't remember. What I do remember is that it's always been a part of my life. My Grandpa Bob used to drink it black all year round. My Grandma Hope made it so strong that you had to chew it. It's always been around. I guess the end of high school and college are when I relaly remember starting to love it. My roommate, Allison, and I were the only ones in our aprtment who like it. We would make our tiny pot and drink coffee together while studying for accounting. I think that coffee was what led to my collegiate success!
As I've gotten older, I have realized how coffee plays a huge role in my life. When I want to meet with a friend, we have coffee. When I need a break at work, I have coffee. When I want to relax for a few minutes on a Saturday morning, I have coffee. It's delicious, calming, uplifting, and soothing.
At times in my life I've had to give it up. Both pregnancies were caffeine free. My bout with kidney stones left me coffee free. And I felt like I had lost a friend. :)
I'm sure that in the nursing home i will be trading things for my coffee. And I'm sure that when I get to heaven, Jesus and I will have some amazing java.
So if you didn't guess, my joy nugget for this weekend is COFFEE! Ever want to join me for a cup, we can heat it up and have some great conversation. :)
Much love.
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