morning coffee

When I first moved down here my morning routine took a pretty long hiatus. But now we're successfully back in business...and I'm just waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. This whole moment makes my day. This little routine is what I crave, not just for the caffeine fix. I guess it defines me. Coffee. With Amaretto. In a particular mug for each day...for how I want each day to go, for my mood.
It hit me a long time ago that this action, this routine helps me stay grounded. I'm being 100% true to myself.
In the apartment coffee brought us both together in the morning. Em, stumbling out of bed, eager, I'm sure, for the day to begin. I was territorial about how the coffee was made, but was usually the first up so she didn't really have to know...but we'd have our coffee. And chat. Watching Matt and Katie and the Today Show gang...catching up on the news. Or run around trying to find a lid for the travel mug and trying not to be late for school. The weekends we got to sit around drinking coffee, putting off homework, figuring out what we were going to do that night, possibly fighting off a hangover or two.
Down here, I'm a solo coffee drinker. Make it myself whenever I stumble out of bed in the morning. Drink it while I'm getting ready for work. Listening to music.
It brings people together. It keeps me together. It's regular, it's everyday, it's comfortable. It's pjs and messy hair, it's in a thermos at the football game, the campfire, the hunting trip, the journey. It's the journey.