Coffee Love

I snapped this photo last weekend when I was enjoying my morning coffee. I put the mug down and rushed into the kitchen to do something. When I came back into the living room I noticed all of the steam rushing out of the top of the cup. Between the steam, the sunlight (I LOVE morning sunlight! There's just something about it that makes me happy. I'm not a fan of afternoon sunlight.), and my anticipation for drinking a really good cup of coffee, I got excited. My sleep-deprived and non-caffeinated self was like "Robin! Look at how beautiful this mug of steaming coffee is! Can you believe how gorgeous this looks?" I think he just looked at me and gave a conciliatory "Oh yeah, that's beautiful." 

I love my coffee time. I love collecting coffee mugs from all over the world. I love trying new coffees (primarily dark roasts). I love drinking coffee with good friends and desperately miss doing so with two of them whom I no longer see on a daily basis (I'm talking about you, G and C). I have no problem getting excited about a cup of coffee. 

As I'm writing this it's 5:30AM. I've been up for over an hour getting stuff done before work. I'm drinking coffee and listening to the birds chirp with a cat sitting on my lap.  It's the simple things that make life wonderful, right?