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Coffee: Bring Home Close


What is it about coffee that draws people together and nurtures the morning spirit?

Coffee draws us in with three cords of fragrance, heat and addiction!  More importantly it is a nurturing routine.  A place to meet and bump into folks.  Something in common to bring a community of people together.  A way to say, "I'm home."

My husband and I jostle and tease every morning as to whose turn it is to step out of our warm bed piled with blankets onto the cold floor to make that first pot.  The thermostat is on the way where it takes a second to start the process to make the heat and begin to warm the morning.  As I open the lid and scoop the grounds, pour the water and push the button...my dog takes his cue and is waiting to go outside.  The public radio station is our alarm and we catch the news from the night.

Frequently, I have something cooking for breakfast and David gets out the door first.  Next, my teenager come rushing out his bedroom door to make it to school on time and grab a bite to eat.  Finally, I sit in my red chair with a fresh cup of coffee to enjoy the luxury of reading and writing before work.  These are those perfect mornings.

My Mother-In-Law is in the hospital where she is recovering with a heart condition.  Speaking with her last night in the hospital and she could not hide the frustration in her voice and the disgust at what was happening to her.  

Suddenly, her voice changed to sweet contentment when she said that Frank was making coffee from home.  He pours it into the thermos and brings it and the sugar, creamer and the paper to the hospital to have "coffee together" in the mornings.   This bit of home gave her the strength and fight she needs to get better.

Wait...my husband is leaving.  He leans over and gives me a kiss and tells me to have a great day.  His coffee in his hand surrounds him with that amazing fragrance... of home, love and coffee! 



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