Our daughter in law says we have an addiction. She and my son are not coffee drinkers yet they continue to receive an assortment of fancy schmancy coffee makers. They do entertain a lot and use them on those occasions. It has become a bit of a joke to dig out coffee out of the freezer and dust off the coffee pot when we are visiting.
Their best friends gave them a Keurig coffee maker for Christmas. Even the grandchildren have gotten in on the addiction. They race to brew a cup for Nana and Papa Dan when they hear the first signs of life from us. They are the cutest little baristas ever! Our youngest (so far) Lily will be three in August. I cracked up when she invited me to have our drinks outside on the patio. So I with my cup of coffee and she with her sippy cup had a special coffee break outside.
It is a rare occasion that we get to visit with my daughter’s family for breakfast. It is unspoken, I will stop on my way for fresh donuts and there will be a strong pot of coffee freshly brewed. We had a great laugh one morning. Grandson Riley decided he wanted a cup. Mom poured him a small amount thinking one taste would discourage him. He took a sip, gasped and said, “Sugar please.”
We too have acquired an array of coffee makers. They too are, for the most part, from our children. There are small pots, larger party size pots and iced coffee pots. For Mother’s Day, Dan gave me our own Keurig coffee maker. We are running over with coffee and pots. I joked we may have to expand our kitchen to accommodate our collection.
We Americans have a strange love affair with coffee. Coffee shops are a booming business. We gather with loved ones, visit and sip from our particular caffeine drug of choice.
That warm cup of coffee is a comfort. Just this morning I was remembering Daddy and our coffee breaks. When we were still on the bottle, he would give us a drop of coffee. I can still remember his giggle when we had our secret coffee cocktails together. I have written about the peace between my parents and me before their deaths. That is huge comfort especially as I struggle with my personal demons.
As is most things we are attached to, it is not necessarily the physical but the emotional attachment. I still have my Daddy’s coffee cup. It is too precious to drink from anymore, but it has a special place in our home. I hope and pray that our children and grandchildren will have many memories from our times together that will bring them comfort and a smile.
The Lord directs the steps of the Godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand. Psalm 37:23-24
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I have my dear old neighbor Loretta's coffee cup, now that she is in heaven and no longer needs it. It's a green Jadeite mug. She used to hoard instant coffee. It was awful stuff. :) She loved it, though. And I loved her. I miss her. But Loretta is with her Lord now, where nothing hurts anymore. Praise the Lord.
Terry had a favorite mug that was given to him by our oldest nephew. I still have it and pull it out occasionally just to hold it again in my hands and remember how he treasured it. Thank you for sharing your precious memories with us!
Many hugs.........
Diane
Great peace about our common love of coffee.
I still cherish the memory of our granddad serving us milk and coffee with lots of sugar at the age of 4 and 5.
I've never stopped enjoying my daily cups of coffee.
Great pictures.
I especially love that white and green cup.
You sure do love coffe.
I was once an addict but now I just have one cup a day - first thing in the AM
My mom (as a baby) would not drink her bottle of formula unless my grandma would put in a tablespoon of coffee (LOL).
I can clearly remember my grandparents just by stirring my morning cup with a spoon and letting it clink on the sides of the cup.
I'm sure your grandchildren will have many fond memories of you and your husband Linda.
I am for sure and for certain a coffee addict! Lol. I too, have my Daddy's coffee cup and share the love of coffee with my grandbabies.
I am so enjoying your time with the Sister's Bible...hugs.
my cousins used to beg for coffee as kids and my grandmother/father/aunt/uncle ..whoever was nearby would give it to them in a saucer with cream and sugar...lol I never developed a taste for it til the last few years but my caffeine of choice is iced tea...a Southern staple. :)
oh i remeber! no little cocktails here. we were given the whole bottle! love, sweet love.
Linda, I was away for four days - attended a wedding at a beautiful island south of our country, and I just got back last night. I was so delighted reading this post. Yes, like you, I have a strange love affair with coffee. My home too is brimming over with an assortment of coffee mugs, cups, coffee makers. Coffee is not an addiction, but I love coffee.
Love the way you share your heart - not too much said, some things tend to be deliberately understated... but I have caught a glimpse of your beautiful person.
Your grandchildren are lovely.
So are you.
Love much
Lidj
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