We still love you. I promise. You are perfect for leisurely mornings. You are fantastic for late night brainstorming sessions. You are still my favorite wedding gift, exactly eight years later. But French Press, you don’t deserve the abuse we were putting you through. Banging and clattering before dawn? It’s not your fault. Double pressing coffee just to get another cup? I’ve heard some people call that blasphemy.
Life is made up of seasons. There is no reason to wear shorts in December. Unless you live in southern California like we do. Sorry, this is a bad analogy, but you get the point. It’s not your time, but someday when the children sleep past dawn and I’m not cobbling together hours in which to work, you’ll get top billing again. I’ve made great strides to be comfortable with this phase of life. But you, my friend, need to learn to embrace change.
There’s no denying it anymore. We are now in the season of the programmable coffee pot.