My parents had a pot of coffee going around the clock. I have no idea how they slept drinking all that caffeine. I do not remember when they cut back but eventually they went to brewing just one pot a day in the mornings. Neither added cream or sugar, that was a luxury.
I would drop my Pony boy off with them most weekday mornings as I headed into work. I was blessed to have them available to watch my child. I know not everyone is as lucky. Not once did I take that for granted. My boy was a very lucky little guy … to have grandparents who thought he hung the moon. I will never forget those mornings and the cups of coffee. I miss them both dearly. I will always remember what they did for me. Makes me sad that Lulu was too little to know them in the same way the Pony did.
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