Coffee

So, pretty soon I'm turning 29. For real. This isn't "another 29". It's the first time around for me.

I think I'm finally beginning to have adult taste. I got rid of my "barnyard" dishes, and bought some classic white ones. I have no desire to paint any wall in my house red, and I worry about "the future" a whole lot more than I ever used to.

And not just my future, Steph and Dave's future, my sister's future, Ashely and Jeremy's future, and without a doubt, Matt's future is a daily concern. I'm definitely getting older, or at least, beginning to think older.

There is a bright side, though. Coffee. I've been easing into coffee drinking for a few years now. For the longest time I could take it or leave it. Usually left it. Then I discovered Starbucks. Ahhhh. I LOVE their Lattes. They're mild tasting, hot, comforting, and when the holidays roll around they come in wonderful flavours like pumpkin spice, eggnog, and ginger. What could be better?

Lately, however, I've been drinking coffee at home on weekend mornings. These are precious times at our house. Matt and Barry play, and drive Dixie nuts (what else are dogs for?). We visit, laugh, hang out in our PJ's and frequently eat pancakes. Yup, very precious moments.

This past week, I took the precious coffee moments to work with me. I stopped at the convenience store before work and got a coffee. I didn't even have to pay for it. This is a very busy time at the convenience store, and cashier looked at my one small coffee, and said, "You just take that and have a nice day." Wow. Thanks, cashier lady. Made my day.

Sitting down at my desk every morning to face another day of learning and lending is not always easy. Sitting down in my office with a wonderful coffee sweetened with that yummy french vanilla stuff is pretty darn nice. Pretty darn nice indeed.

So, I guess I'm growing up. I work full time now. At a real job. I drank coffee every day. I liked the coffee, and I looked forward to it every morning.

Coffee is a small thing, but it makes me glad. When I sit down at my desk, I smile at my coffee and remember the "coffee" hour at home, with everyone relaxing and being silly. My co-workers laugh. Maybe they should appreciate their coffee more.

Enjoy those "coffee" moments. Smile at your mug.

Start your day with something that makes you happy. I am.

Lots of warm fuzzies to you all,

Laura