A Warm Cup in Our Camper

A Warm Cup in Our Camper
He brings me coffee in bed every morning. It's far from the dreamy depiction of romantic comedies-not in an apartment with a city view or a house tucked in a cul-de-sac, but in the frigid cold of our tiny camper, where I sit, barely awake, swimming in a sea ofblankets. We live in a camper in the Kentucky woods to keep from being homeless. For me,he wakes early to make coffee in an old-fashioned teakettle on the fire outside.I sip it knowing how loved and lucky I am. -Amanda Jean Alley