Coffee Comfort

Our daughter in law says we have an addiction. She and my son are not coffee drinkers yet they continue to receive an assortment of fancy schmancy coffee makers. They do entertain a lot and use them on those occasions. It has become a bit of a joke to dig out coffee out of the freezer and dust off the coffee pot when we are visiting

Their best friends gave them a Keurig coffee maker for Christmas. Even the grandchildren have gotten in on the addiction. They race to brew a cup for Nana and Papa Dan when they hear the first signs of life from us. They are the cutest little baristas ever! Our youngest (so far) Lily will be three in August. I cracked up when she invited me to have our drinks outside on the patio. So I with my cup of coffee and she with her sippy cup had a special coffee break outside.

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It is a rare occasion that we get to visit with my daughter’s family for breakfast. It is unspoken, I will stop on my way for fresh donuts and there will be a strong pot of coffee freshly brewed. We had a great laugh one morning. Grandson Riley decided he wanted a cup. Mom poured him a small amount thinking one taste would discourage him. He took a sip, gasped and said, “Sugar please.”

We too have acquired an array of coffee makers. They too are, for the most part, from our children. There are small pots, larger party size pots and iced coffee pots. For Mother’s Day, Dan gave me our own Keurig coffee maker. We are running over with coffee and pots. I joked we may have to expand our kitchen to accommodate our collection.






We Americans have a strange love affair with coffee. Coffee shops are a booming business. We gather with loved ones, visit and sip from our particular caffeine drug of choice.



That warm cup of coffee is a comfort. Just this morning I was remembering Daddy and our coffee breaks. When we were still on the bottle, he would give us a drop of coffee. I can still remember his giggle when we had our secret coffee cocktails together. I have written about the peace between my parents and me before their deaths. That is huge comfort particularly in my struggles with personal demons.

As is most things we are attached to, it is not necessarily the physical but the emotional attachment. I still have my Daddy’s coffee cup. It is too precious to drink from anymore, but it has a special place in our home. I hope and pray that our children and grandchildren will have many memories from our times together that will bring them comfort and a smile.



The Lord directs the steps of the Godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand. Psalm 37:23-24