I consider myself to be a pretty low maintenance gal. I don’t ask for a whole lot in this life in order to be happy. And I don’t expect a whole lot, either. That being said though, there are a few things that can automatically bring a smile to my face and a warm fuzzy feeling to my heart and coffee in my cup is one of them.
I’ve not always drank coffee. In fact, I hated coffee for the better part of my life. I didn’t start drinking it until I started my first year of college when my youngest son entered the wonderful world of kindergarten. I had to get two kids up and ready for school, get myself up and ready for school, feed everybody, drive them to their two separate schools, drive myself on to the college, and then be expected to not only be present in the classroom, but also have enough sense about myself to actually listen and absorb the material being presented to me. It was on these absolutely horrific mornings that I discovered the benefits of java.
At first, I had to choke down the noxious liquid just so I could feel the effects of the caffeine. I was never more certain about a substance tasting absolutely horrible. No wonder I never drank this stuff before. It was absolutely sickening. Then, I started experimenting with different variations of milk, creamer, half and half, and obscene amounts of sugar, until finally I settled on flavored creamers to “doctor up” the coffee to the point that I could actually stomach it.
Then, about 2 years into my new-found love affair with this stimulant, I started working 3rd shift in a hospital. Now let me tell ya, I just thought I’d drank bad coffee in the past, but there’s nothing on the face of this earth that tastes worse than a pot of “hospital” coffee that’s been sitting for about 4 hours. No amount of “doctoring” could help that stuff! But, in the wee hours of the morning, you’ll drink just about anything that even resembles the life-giving java just to stay awake. This was most definitely a low point in my coffee chronicles.
Now jump forward a few more years and introduce Mountain Man into the picture. You know that movie “Original Sin” with Angelina Jolie and Antonio Banderas? There’s a scene in it where Angelina Jolie’s character states “If someone would bring me my coffee every morning before I dressed, I would be very happy. It would change the day. ” Truer words have never been spoken! My Mountain Man does not wait on me hand and foot, nor do I ever expect him to do so. But there are some mornings when he gets up before I do and he’ll start the coffee and have a cup ready for me before I get downstairs. When he hands me that cup of joe, all is right with the world. When he brings me that glorious cup of life-giving caffeine, I know in my heart that he truly, deeply loves me. I’ve always said that it’s the little things in life, and him bringing me my coffee is definitely one of the purest, simplest examples of just that.
I’m pretty sure I’ll never have the luxury of someone bringing me my coffee every morning, but I sure wouldn’t object to it, either.