There is nothing in the world like a cup of hot tea at my mother's house. It just tastes better here. I take it the way I've always taken it, milk and two spoons of sugar. When I got the chicken pox I stayed home and drank our tetley black tea from my Winnie the Pooh sippy cup and all was right with the world.
Even at 24, there's nothing a cup of tea can't fix. A lost dog, a broken heart, a bad day. That's my comfort food, sweet and sensational. White cup with the swirl, hot and perfect, that's where I want to be.
Moments like is, caught up in the hustle and bustle of birthday magic, noise and dancing all around me, all I need to do is sink into a cup of tea. God is like that too, in away. I come to him when I need Him and I always need Him, just like a cup of tea. He soothes my noisy soul and centers me. I try not to get preachy, it's not my place. People have their own lives and they make their own decisions. But I want everyone to feel like this- happy, peaceful, comforted- by the Lord and by the family He gave me.
This is my life. This is my happiness. These are my people. These are my blessings. I count them, each and every one.