My husband and I have a morning ritual. Depending on our kids and work schedules, we alternate who wakes up first. This is important, because the first one up makes the coffee.* On the days he is up first and I come downstairs to a full pot of the steaming, dark, eye-opening elixir, I swear I hear angels sing. I usually text him my undying love and gratitude believing at that moment that nothing communicates love more clearly than the fact that he made me coffee.
This morning, I decided he deserved a song.
To the tune of “Thank You for the Music” by ABBA
I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore
If I have a cold, you say I even snore
But I have a secret, a wonderful thing
When I drink my coffee, my life starts to sing
I’m so happy and awake
It’s such love in a cup that you make
So I say
Thank you for the coffee, the way it’s steaming
Thanks for all the joy it’s bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
what would life be?
Without its scent and caffeine what are we?
So I say thank you for the coffee
for making it for me.
Mother made coffee when I was still a tot
She says I would drink from her mug even if it was hot
and I’ve often wondered, If that was the start
When the comfort of coffee captured my heart
Like a Starbucks run
It can make everyday much more fun
So I say
Thank you for the coffee, the way it’s steaming
Thanks for all the joy it’s bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
what would life be?
Without its scent and caffeine what are we?
So I say thank you for the coffee
for making it for me.
I’ve been so lucky, I am the girl with the golden hair
I wanna drink coffee anytime, anywhere
What a joy, what a life, what a break
So I say
Thank you for the coffee, the way it’s steaming
Thanks for all the joy it’s bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
what would life be?
Without its scent and caffeine what are we?
So I say thank you for the coffee
for making it for me.
*Before any of you comment….our coffee maker does have a “brew later” option. Why we rarely use it could be a psychological study too deep for this blog.