I did it

I did it. I have always said I wouldn't. I didn't like it. I didn't need it. I was fine. No problems. Over the past few years, I started doing it here and there for a treat. For fun. Then I started to like it. I had Cary and as soon as I woke up, I was craving it. In the past week I did it. I did it every day. I did it twice, and sometimes three times a day. Now, I can say it..... I am a coffee drinker. There. Done. I crossed over. I admit, I cannot function in the morning without it. I crave it. I don't know if I like the taste of regular coffee with a TON of creamer, but I don't care. It makes my body feel like I didn't just ski downhill three days in a row, every morning when I wake up. Starbucks tastes SO good. And now, so does regular coffee from home. I thought, I am just a White Chocolate Latte or Dark Cherry Mocha drinker. Just the foo-foo stuff. Nothing major. Nope. Not me. Just a treat sometimes. I don't need that silly coffee thing to function. I can do this. Nope. Not me. I can't do it any longer without my new friend. I love my new friend. We met this morning at 5:15 am when I was feeding Carly. A great friend. A friendship that will last a long time. A new friend that my husband and children will learn to accept as a welcomed addition to our family. Every day.