My husband and I spent much of our honeymoon slamming back lattes in Kona. We chased the scent of parchment coffee drying in the sun, using each day (and all of the miles on our rental car) to lazily make our way up the coast to the local farms. As a result, coffee in our home is a ritual: our quiet language of care for one another. Before the world begins asking anything of me, Shaun grinds whole beans and pulls espresso while I am still wrapped in a blanket and halfway ins
