Dear Coffee, How I Love You

I wake up every morning like most of you do and begin what I call the “morning scramble.” Get the kids to school. Get my hubby off to work. Get the day’s schedule sorted. But, the day doesn’t actually begin until I am holding that beautiful, caffeinated, bold cup of coffee in my hands. It helps me come alive, and I can physically feel the awakening of my body within that treasured first sip. My love for coffee is powerful.

My love for coffee has grown over the years and really started as a love story, as I met my husband in a local NYC Starbucks back in the day when I was going to college – just a week and a half before he shipped off to basic training. (You can read more about that here.) I had always loved coffee, but more of the flavored variety, so Chris taught me what a great cup really consisted of. I will say that since I have met him, I have become a coffee snob of sorts.

But it wasn’t until I became a mother that my love for coffee turned into a fiery romance.

I mean, growing up, I always overheard my parents talking abut how they couldn’t start their day until they had coffee, but I didn’t really get the impact until I became a mother myself. We often (ahem – always) need that extra little caffeinated boost in our step to help us pull it together everyday, and I think that’s just fine! But it’s more to me than just the caffeine – but a moment. It is that purely joyful moment, whenever I am all by myself, taking those luxurious sips that I can embrace in my reflection on what I need to accomplish to be the best partner, mom, and person that I can be.

Here is a little more reflection on my love for coffee in this week’s motherhood message:

So, what does coffee mean to you?

Fashionably Yours,

Allison