Tradition is, when anything big, small, wonderful, sad, exciting, depressing, or any other out of the norm thing happens, then first, we must have coffee. I've had a lot of coffee the last couple of weeks. Although it wouldn't stop me from continuing the tradition, I have come to realize how important the "we" in "first we have coffee" really is. The coffee in and of itself is terribly comforting, but I think perhaps only because of my past experiences with "we" having coffee. It's a reminder of fine conversations, a little bit of crying, and a lot of laughing. Feeling a bit homesick right now. Oh well though, I can't have everything all at once. Must go drink my coffee alone and study for a theology test.