When I was 8, I went to spend the night with my Dad's oldest sister, Aunt Loree.
Her house was small but filled with treasures. She had a piano in her living room. I had never seen one in a private home, only at church. She had books, paintings, and the best barn table in the kitchen,with benches for seats.
When we woke the next morning, she asked me if I'd like some coffee!!
I felt so big and couldn't say yes, fast enough. I didn't have a Mom, and I took it all in. Her floral dress and apron.
The way the sun was shining through the little window curtains, and then the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit me.
She was making it on the stovetop in a beautiful percolator.
It was steaming, and the smell was delicious.
She poured some in a pretty pink cup, then added powder from the Gods.
Coffeemate and sugar.
Lordamercy, I felt like my soul left my body with that 1st sip.
This memory came to me this morning as I had my coffee in a cup with pink.
I love y'all. Always, Kimmee.☕️🦋💙
