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.