"Pops Cup" written in my great-grandmother’s hand on his coffee cup. The cup he drank from every day.
I can’t quite find the words to express what this means to me.
This isn’t just a cute folksy name for a business. This is my family, condensed into one piece of white ceramic. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life. This is the cup that I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to fill with a coffee worthy of the weight I’ve placed upon it.
When I have a store, this will be enshrined in a shadowbox, hung on the wall behind the cash register, serving as a daily reminder of why I do what I do.