The day after one's birthday is always hard, especially if one has stayed up late, then has to get up to take one's son to the train station at 6:00am. Sigh.
But, when I stumbled downstairs to grab my purse and a car key this morning, I saw this sitting on the counter...
Danny had made tea for me--organic Irish Breakfast tea, in my Polish pottery mug, filled up nice and high, with an inverted saucer over the top to keep it hot.
A sweet morning gift from a precious son.
Back to life,
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