There is something about waking up in the morning to my first cup of coffee. Some people drink coffee out of habit, some people drink coffee for the wake up, I drink coffee for the experience.

I received a Keurig from my Mom and Dad for Christmas. This was facilitated by my 15-year-old. She knows I would never have purchased such a frivolous item for myself so she and my parents decided to surprise me. I was thrilled. Each morning I wake up before everyone else. It is very peaceful when the rest of the family is sleeping. My Keurig and the K-Cup spinner are on the counter in a special spot. It's like an old friend waiting to greet me. First I have to pick which coffee mug I want. The cupboard holds an array of different flavors and I ponder which one to pick depending on my mood. If I am feeling immature and kid-like, I pick a Disney Mug. My teenager mood picks a large mug with hearts or whimsical flowers. When I am actually feeling my age I still grab a large mug, but it is much more conservative in it's decor. I then go to the spinner and look over all the flavors. It does not take long before I choose the one that was calling me. There is a particular process that you have to go through to set up the coffee maker to brew that one special cup. Sometimes I am in such a hurry I skip a step, but my Keurig always forgives me and does it's job. My coffee comes out steaming hot, just the way I like it. I pick up the cup, wrap my hands tightly around it and hook my thumb into the handle. My eyes close and my nose is pleased with the delicious smell. I carry it to the couch and sit in my favorite spot. I ponder, I Facebook or I study my Bible.

I love my morning cup of coffee. How do you feel about yours?