Beans Coffee Bar

It is impossible to find adequate words to describe my dad, Don Larson. He was devoted in every area of his life as a husband, father, grandpa, son, brother, man of God, friend, football coach...and daily coffee-drinker.

As early as I can remember as a little girl, my dad called me "Beans". Not Heidi, but Beans. Still today, my family and friends call me by Dad's nickname for me, and it warms my heart every time I hear it.

Ever since Dad passed away suddenly in 2004, I have dreamed of opening a coffee shop named Beans in honor of him and the passion for coffee we shared together. He was the greatest and most addicted coffee lover I've ever known...I've been envisioning "his" coffee shop in my head for years.

I never thought this dreamy idea would ever happen, but one thing I've always known for sure...Dad definitely would've been my best customer.

"The best kind of people are the ones that come into your life and make you see the sun where you once saw clouds. The people that believe in you so much, you start to believe in you too. The people that love you, simply for being you. The once in a lifetime kind of people."

This is my husband, Chris.

Chris and I fell in love when we were 16, he knows me better than I know me, he knew my precious father, and he made a stay-at-home mom's pipe dream a reality by finding the perfect place to open Beans.

So...this is the story of Beans...dedicated to and inspired by Dad, made possible by Chris, and I pray- loved by all who stop by.

Enjoy, friends!

Coffee-cheers to you forever, Dad...

God bless,
Heidi-Beans