today I am thankful for coconut macaroon coffee.
Recently, Ive started crawling into my cozy robe early in the morning to make coffee before work, or on the weekends before my day begins. I can quickly see how this tradition of sorts becomes addicting. Oddly enough, I think of my parents, my grandparents, and characters in novels while I descend the stairs for this universal action. There is something methodical, restful and traditional about going downstairs to make coffee.
to top it off, my new coconut macaroon coffee has really put it over the top 🙂