Two creams only.

The coffee maker at the farm never sleeps.  I am caffeine dependent.  My dependency was handed down from my mother, who is also addicted to coffee.  It is a small wonder that such a trivial moment of our day making coffee provides the sustenance to keep us alive as kin; we - she and I - would no doubt fail at life without it. It is our answer to most pressing questions.  When faced with a most probable sized quandary, coffee is always the answer.

Do I really need another little black dress? Let’s get a coffee and think about it.  

Do you think I should take the job offer? How about I make us a cup and we can sort it out over coffee.  

What do you want to drink with lunch? Coffee.

So God made a Farmer..

The moment I burst into this world as a tiny, black haired baby, I had become - before anything else - a farmer's daughter.  It is my original identity, and the key to my heart.  As life goes on, we become to know ourselves on a personal and relevant level. We begin to investigate likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses, hopes, dreams, desires.   But at the very root of all of these wonderful things, is something quite fundamental. It is who we are.

I love the land more than anything. It's in my blood, and it's a part of me.  

Now, I have always, always, ALWAYS, been a GM gal.  However, I will put all of that aside in light of the most amazing commercial I have ever witnessed in all of my 27 years.  I cried a little when I first watched it.  Paul Harvey's narrative sums up my daddy - and many other farm dads, I'm sure - and this only scratches the surface.  We are so, so blessed.