An Ode To Coffee

Dear Coffee....why do I love you so? Let me count the ways... Click To Tweet

You’re always happy to see me in the morning.  When everyone else is tired, cranky and grouchy you greet me bright and early with a chipper attitude.

You’re always willing to please.  Some days you’re sweet, some days you’re strong and some days you go crazy with flavor.  You are always willing and able to make me happy.

Your closet full of mugs is the best fashion show I can imagine.

You never let me down and you help me accomplish so much.  You never judge my sweat pants.  You always give me great ideas.  You never judge my messy hair.

Sometimes you spill on my white pants or all over my notes.  But I’ll forgive you for that.

You’ve gotten me through exams in college, and again in grad school.  You’ve gotten me up for early morning runs and yoga classes.

You have helped me meet my goals, write articles and blog posts and deal with difficult phone calls.

Coffee is my sidekick when I come up with a crazy project.  Coffee makes a little more possible, every single day.

I’m sorry that sometimes I forget you around the house, over and over again and have to reheat you multiple times.  I’m busy making my dreams come true.

Through good and bad, I reach for you over and over again.  At family parties when I’m tearing up with laughter and times when I’m crying my eyes out I have a coffee cup in my hand.

There will never be a time when someone offers me coffee and I say no.  I will stop in the morning, and then possibly again mid afternoon.  Or I will make my own at home…either way, it’s a part of my day and I just wanted to say thank you.