Friday, March 13, 2009
cup of comfort
i don't know why it is, but there is something so comforting about my morning cup of coffee. there are no bells and whistles. no froth or whipped cream. not even any caffeine. just me and my one and only, simple white cup. my cup filled with sweet italian cream and a dash of coffee. my cup that is always cold by the time that i can actually drink the sweetness that it holds. with each sip i take i find comfort that it will be a good day. comfort that i can handle any temper tantrum, any mess. and for the moments that i am drinking my morning coffee, i pretend that i have it all together.