Coffee in my cup

I haven't been taking as many morning shots of my breakfast lately. It's  rather funny how something that I did almost every morning suddenly stops happening and I don't even realize it. I blame it on my inability to breathe. Picture taking takes a big back seat when drawing in breath is hard to do.


On this morning, I was sitting comfortably at the kitchen table when I realized I wa able to get out of bed without the need to draw deep breaths. I had to stop what I was doing and praise God. That's when I noticed the beautiful light sitting comfortably across my cup of coffee.

It wasn't the most spectacular light, yet there was something so beautiful about the simplicity of it.

Coffee in My Cup

My grandmother loved coffee. Most of her granddaughters have the same love of coffee. It can be considered my sickness barometer as I don't enjoy the taste when I'm not feeling well.

It's been tasting better and better as of late. I take it as a good sign.

All Good

Mom managed to score a loaf of cinnamon raisin swirl bread from Paneraa's.

It was all good from there

Coffee in My Cup

There's nothing better than coffee with a big bold taste, warming the body as you slowly drink in the rich dark liquid.

So I might be exaggerating a little. If the morning also includes a fresh cinnamon bun or something else equally as decadent, its one of the best ways to start one's morning.

And if you can get a decent shot of the mug glistening in the morning light...all that much better!

A Great Way to Start the Day

It was a lovely way to start the day...a freshly brewed cup of hot Joe.

It's been all upward ever since.