Snooze. Snooze. Ugh . . . start the oatmeal, jump in the shower, wake up the kids. Floss, brush, start the crockpot, re-wake the kids. Hair fixed, make-up on, chase kids. Start the car, eat the oatmeal, dress Monster Queen. Load the bags (purse, laptop, phone!), brush little teeth, meds in little mouth, dress baby. Load car, strap in baby, re-dress Monster Queen, load Monster Queen. Drive to town, sing Wheels on the Bus, listen to the Cars, stop and unload at daycare. Drive to school, pray for parking spot, unload supplies, in the door, Hello Lori, get mail, Hello Jo, Hello Kari, Hello Rachel, Hello Kays . . . up the stairs AND into Keylin’s Coffee House.
Shoulders down, supplies released, breathing slows, “Good morning, Witham”; I am here, Keylin’s Coffee House. This is my place, our place, the home I have made. Finish homework, drink your coffee, serve yourself. Did you hear? Do you know? Can I have? It’s Keylin’s Coffee House. Sit around the circle, lie on the couch, work out the table. Talk, always talk. Smile, tease, laugh. Learn your way, find your place, you belong at Keylin’s coffee house.
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