In our home mornings upstairs usually start the same way before the rest of the house fully catches up. There’s that in-between quiet where everyone is waking up in their own rhythm, and I find myself heading straight for the coffee station before anything else can pull me in a different direction. The Keurig sits right there on the bathroom counter, already part of the routine. I fill the water, grab a pod, and let it brew while I move around the bedroom getting my thoughts together for the day. There’s something steady about that sound—the machine working while the house slowly wakes up around it. This time, I’ve been…