Our youngest daughter was in her senior year and playing water polo at a tournament at Harvard when the coach got a phone call: they’d closed the campus, get everyone back to school because they had to be moved out by Friday.
She’s been with us since and it’s been a joy for so many reasons!
But the other day she came home with the above beautiful espresso machine she found for sale via Internet posting.
The last two mornings I have been greeted with a lovely soy milk latte. Now I like my French press, but this is a step up in the world.
Coffee does not quite equal love, but when my daughter hands it to me at 6:30, it’s a good symbolic representation.