This morning I am big, fat thankful for coffee.
I was the last one up in my house today. Terry played with the kids and let me sleep late. As soon as I stumbled from my bedroom and sat down, 2 yr old Caleb came up to me and stuck his face an inch from mine. He whispered, "Wake up?"
I whispered back, "Yes."
He said in a hushed voice, "Now, drink coffee?"
Little eyes are always watching and they see what I do and hear what I say. What else might I be remembered for someday?