We put on fancy clothes, and fancy [classical] music, and I sliced tortillas and apples into fancy triangles.
I brewed a little tea, and she set the table, and we spent the next hour (maybe more), delighting in the fun of pouring cream and pinching sugar into our cups. For one perfect chunk of the morning we forgot that she was a bit sick, and that it was raining outside.
I have often struggled with being a mommy; it was not a graceful transition for me. But sitting at tea with my Violet O. at 10am on a Monday morning.... well, I really don't think the week could start out any better.
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