It’s not about the whistle of the kettle, it’s about the anticipation that the whistle of the kettle brings as I await my morning cup of coffee delightfully delivered to me in bed by the love of my life. He’ll set it down gently on my nightstand so that the luscious aroma nudges me out of dream state and eases me into the world. I treasure this quiet time before the sun rises, luxuriating under covers, clutching a warm cup of coffee to my chest, and taking long, deep breaths.