I woke up last weekend to the familiar sound of a coffee pot gurgling. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and rushed out to the kitchen, not daring to believe it to be true.
Sure enough, coffee!
Sweet, delicious, nectar from the gods, COFFEE!!!
“Mom! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEEEEAAAASE tell me that is not decaff watered-down coffee I see brewing!”
“Well… I made it half and half.”
“Half and half?”
“Yes. Half regular and half decaff.”
You might ask why my parents even own a coffee pot in the first place if– as Latter Day Saints–it is not allowed in their “Word of Wisdom”. The answer is simple. Twice a year my family justifies coffee. On Thanksgiving and Christmas… to have with pie… because a small exception like that is OK. Jesus doesn’t mind. Of course we still make two pots most of the time (leaded and unleaded) in case some of the family doesn’t want to walk the line that closely.
But my mother? My sweet, sweet, Mormon mother, is the mother of all justifiers! She can find a way to make just about anything OK.
“Just let me see the top playing card and I’ll decide if I want to draw or discard.”
“Oh it’s OK if the grandkids have one little piece of candy after they finish their Popsicles.”
“I don’t think having pizza will really effect her lactose intolerance that much. She likes cheese!”
“Your cat wants to be outside. I’m sure she didn’t go too far. Yes, you did tell me not to let her outside, but she was meowing!”
I could go on. But the point is that my mom is freaking adorable for overlooking Jesus and making watered down half caffinated coffee for me.
If that ain’t love, then I don’t know what is!