A recent morning spent with my mom.
For as long as I can remember, my mother has started her day with with a cup of coffee. As a little girl, I remember the aroma filling the house every morning. Of course, I didn’t have an appreciation for it back then.
And I’d like to think there was a reason for that. So that now, I can truly appreciate our conversations over a hot cup of coffee. Conversations I don’t think I was ready to have back then.