Everyday a blessing...

  There’s a daily tea ritual in my home. Every morning, I brew a fresh cup for my husband, and then the scavenger hunt begins. He’s never quite where I last saw him. Sitting room? No. Garden? Nope. Gate? Not a chance. Backyard? Still missing. By then, the food on the stove demands my attention, so I resort to a holler. “Why are you shouting again?” comes his instant reply from the terrace - hidden in plain sight. So I climb up, hand over the tea, and hurry back down. But my quest isn’t over. Recovery of the empty cup takes a new round: the wooden ladder to the treehouse , the backyard swing , the step to the outhouse , maybe even a ledge by the gate. Wherever the tea ends, the cup rests. And then, there’s my son's calm, steady, routine - he pours his tea, chats idly, savors a few minutes together. When he’s done, he washes the cup and sets it carefully on the rack. No hunt, no holler, no trail to follow. A simple act. Quietly considerate. Sometimes generations don’t change w...