I’ve now started typing and erased what I wrote 2 times because I don’t know where to start exactly. Or maybe it’s that I don’t know how to start. A warm cup of tea is more like a feeling than a thought for me.
A warm cup of tea, with a dollop of honey and a squeeze of lemon, can wake me up in the morning. It can start me off with a sort of calm energy that helps get this busy wife, mother, business partner out the door.
A warm cup of tea in the mid day can either be a pick me up when the 2 O’clock slump threatens to take over, or it can be a sort of calm in the midst of chaos if the day is out of control. A little honey, a little cream, sip until better.
Before bed, a warm cup of tea can soothe the soul, calm the nerves, quiet the mind, and allow me to wind down. One sip at a time, the worries of the day just melt away and I can fall asleep peacefully.
When ill, a warm cup of tea can soothe the sinuses, relieve a sore throat, ease an aching belly. A warm cup of tea between my hands can take the chill out of the air and bring me warmth from the inside out.
You know, as I’m writing this, I am deeply reminded of my husband and the many ways he encourages, delights, strengthens, and warms me. He is helpful to me, kind to me, and supportive. He is reliable, comforting, calming, energizing, and like having an extra set of hands, eyes, ears.
You are my cup of tea, Mr. Wonderful. I am thankful I have you. I choose you again and again and again. Thank you for always being there and for taking such good care of me.
(This post was inspired by the writing prompt posted at Write. Blog. Connect. You should take a moment to check it out.)
Regina Walker 