Love In A Cup of Tea
Whenever I stayed over at our Indian friends, the husband always brought a cup of tea to his wife and to me in bed before we started the day. Such a considerate, loving gesture. I wasn't jealous as such, but I realised that some lucky women had husbands who brought them tea in the morning.
At the time I had no desire for a husband-- tea or no. I was happily single. Of course, Rick appeared in my life for a cup of coffee, which turned into a fondue and a lifetime together and I was happier when I didn't think that was possible.
I never told him about my Indian friend and his cup of tea. And I don't know where it started but now every morning, Rick brings me a cup of tea and a biscuit. Since we've had Sherlock, the biscuit has to be placed higher on the nightstand, especially those with chocolate.
We may read in bed for a short time, check email, talk. Whatever happens once we get up, it is just a little bit better knowing my day started with love and consideration.