My dear caramel infused sweet one,
You are one of the first things that pops into my head every morning. Even before I can pull myself out of bed. The image of you instantly warms my body as I picture us together. The very sight that drags my half-awake body to you at 4 am sharp.
I meet you at our spot. You know the one. The corner tucked so perfectly on the counter. And then I press your button, waiting oh so patiently for you to arrive. And on most days, I. CANNOT. WAIT!
You make your way through some funny splishes and splashes as you fill my favorite, ginormous mug. But that’s okay...I won’t judge you. Most because honestly, I’d put up with a lot of things just to hold you. I mean how could I not? You have been a love in my life for YEARS now. Even longer than my husband.
So of course, I willingly wait for you. Every day. Soaking in your aroma.
And then...yes! Finally, it is OUR time. You gleam brighter as I mix you with a hint of creamer and then ahhhhh! Your heat presses against my lips.
You were definitely worth the wait.
Sip.
We make our way through the house. Preparing it to be destroyed in an hour.
Sip.
I gran my book of the week and try to squeeze in some reading. But then right as I lift you again...shuffling. The little people are rising.
Big sip.
Yup. Now there‘s a diaper to change and mouths to feed. Oh and then after, there are baths, getting dressed, teeth brushing, activities, and so much more.
Please forgive me. It seems that in all of it, I’ve left you on the counter. Half used. But I’d like to think of it more as a symbol. For my undying commitment to you. I promise that I haven’t truly forgotten you. I just am so busy with all the tasks tangled in taking care of my family. And I’m trusting that you‘ll be waiting for me when I finally get the chance to make my return.
And guess what? You are. Always there. And you are so many things to me. You are glimmer of hope. You are perfect - in any form (iced, hot, cold, blended, and even re-heated for the fourth time). You are magical, cultivating energy with your secret powers. You are a promise each morning that today is the day to do better - well as long as there’s more of you stocked in the cabinet.
Your smell entices me with memories. Your looks being me so much happiness. And your touch is like heaven. So let us never part. In fact, as the kids grow, may we grow with them.
Love always,
A caffeinated exhausted mama.
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