I love my coffee in the morning.  I’m addicted to it.  The first thing I think of when I wake up each morning is that it’s time to have my coffee.  It’s like a reward for getting out of bed.

This is the second morning in a row my kids have slept in and let me enjoy my coffee in peace.  It’s heaven.  The house is quiet.  There’s just me and the dog, listening to the birds singing outside, while I stalk Facebook and contemplate my next blog post.  This is a sign that God loves me and wants me to be happy.

Wait…..shit.  They’re up.  Never mind.  🙂