Thursday, March 5, 2009

Smell of Coffee

One day last week I woke up to the smell of coffee and it immediately brought a smile to my face. That smell means that my husband is home. I don't drink coffee. Never have. I haven't found a flavor that I like. But the smell of it is a completely different story. Waking to that smell in the morning brings a bit of joy to my soul. I know for that day my husband is home.

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