My Ode to Coffee

I have been a coffee drinker since junior year of high school. Back then I loved it for the taste, and enjoyed getting the flavored iced coffees as a treat. But now as a mom, coffee is how I function. I still like mine pretty sweet, but if black coffee is the only option, I’m definitely drinking it. 
Coffee and I go back way before high school though! I didn’t care for the taste as a kid and had no idea why adults loved it so much. But coffee was still a friend. 

I have memories of going grocery shopping with my mom and helping her find the coffee she liked on the shelf and putting it in our basket. I have memories of my dad prepping the coffee maker for the next day, and letting us smell the coffee grounds before putting it in the filter. 

My grandpa was a big coffee drinker! I remember my grandma making the coffee for him in the morning, and him going back to the kitchen throughout the day to refill his cup with water, and then after with more coffee! Anytime I smell coffee brewing, I think of him.

My sister and I would plan days where we would leave for high school extra early so we could stop by Starbucks and get a drink together. College came around and I loved going to the library to work…mostly because I knew there was a café attached and being able to get coffee there was a big motivator to get work done. 

When I visit home, my family usually plans a coffee run together to Dunkin or to Starbucks. I’ve lost track of the number of times my husband has surprised me with coffee (and maybe there were some donuts with it too ).

The point I’m trying to make is that coffee is more than a drink. It’s a love language! It’s an excuse to get together with friends, a gift for all exhausted moms, and for me, the source of so many great memories! And now, I get to pass on some great memories to my kids. They already pretend to drink coffee like mommy and daddy!

Do you have special memories associated with coffee? Share below!