Stop And Smell The Coffee.
I am a serious lover of coffee. I credit my “addiction” to my mother, who was also a coffee drinker. I distinctly remember one morning when I was about five, standing in my mother’s kitchen and watching her as she prepared the morning coffee. Before she began measuring the coffee grounds with a little scoop, she brought the canister close to her face and held it there for a moment. “Mama, what are you doing?”, I asked. “Smelling the coffee”, she replied. “It always smells even better than it tastes. Here, doesn’t that smell good?”, she asked as she lowered the can so that I could also smell the dark grounds. I believe I was hooked from that very moment. Later, as a young adult, I found myself repeating her habit and now, fifty four years later, I still stop and smell the coffee every morning. As I slowly and deeply breathe in the rich aroma, I close my eyes and I am a little girl once again, standing by my beautiful mother’s side and learning to find the joy in life’s simpler things.
Thank you so much!
perfect! you really know how to write!