☕ Morning Coffee with Sheamus: Our Daily Ritual

In our house, mornings are more than just the start of a new day they’re sacred. It’s when the world is quiet, the sun peeks through the blinds, and it’s just me and Sheamus, bonding over something as simple as coffee.

We’ve got a little coffee station set up right in our kitchen. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s ours a Keurig machine, a carousel of coffee pods, flavor creamers (hazelnut is Sheamus’s favorite), and a couple of mugs that mean more than they look. His mug? A tall one, because he likes his coffee iced and filled to the top. Mine? Well worn and full of stories, just like me.

Every morning around 5 or 6 AM, we start our routine. I brew my cup, black or with a splash of milk, while Sheamus carefully picks his pod and flavor. He takes it seriously coffee time is grown-up time, and to him, that matters.

Once the cups are filled, we sit together sometimes in the living room, other times on the porch if the weather’s right. We don’t rush. We sip, we rock in our chairs, and we talk. About cartoons, art, weather, dreams, sometimes even deep stuff like work programs or what he wants to do when he gets older.

For Sheamus, who is autistic, routines bring comfort and this one is ours. No matter what the day throws at us, we always start with connection. And to be honest, I need it just as much as he does.

Coffee is more than a drink in our home. It’s part of our rhythm. A daily reminder that time shared, even in stillness, is love in its purest form.