Contrary to my fondness for the occasional Starbucks, I'm not a huge coffee drinker. Sure ~ Mochas, Macchiatos, and Frappuccinos have a time and a place. But sometimes all I need is a hot pot of coffee at home. It's even sweeter when I am drinking it in good company.
Ever since school started, my mom has been stopping by for coffee in the mornings. Our "coffee talks" have become one of the weekly rituals I look forward to the most. I get my mommy all to myself. And she has my full attention. I've had the opportunity to reconnect with her. To rediscover her wisdom and insight. And as quiet as it's kept, her sense of humor is delightful.
She's really funny.
Spending time with my mother gives me a glimpse--a precious look--into who I am capable of becoming.
And that's gotta be worth way more than a week's worth of Dark Cherry Mochas.