Warning: Sappy Memory

So through following links from comments in other blogs (first stop Rose, next stop Tea contest) I found a question to ponder: "What's your favorite tea moment?" And it got me thinking. I'm sure I have many great moments in my life that have involved tea, but this is the first I though of. And it stayed with me all last night. So I figure it's worth documenting. As the title says, this can be perceived as "sappy".

On one of the first mornings John slept over (oh so long ago hehe) he made tea and brought it to me in bed. Of course, he did not yet know how I liked my tea, so he brought the milk and sugar with him (not that this was hard, given the kitchen was literally two steps from the bed in my little studio, but stay with me). Anyway, I quickly fix my tea, and while I stirred he returned the milk and sugar to the kitchen. And we together enjoy our tea in bed.

The next morning he fixed my tea exactly the way I like it! (and yes, we had tea in bed again) After only one time, he figured it out and still does it right today.

Now, this is just a bit sappy if you only know that part of the story. But there's more! It may not seem all that meaningful, but to me it is really important. Most of you know my step-father turned out to not be such a great guy. Well, throughout their marriage, he and my mom both enjoyed a morning cup of coffee. He drinks it black and she likes cream and sugar. He always refused to fix her coffee the way she wanted it. He would always bring it black. He adamantly refused to put anything in her coffee. (He actually also once threw out her flavored coffee, which he disliked.)

This may not seem like that big a deal, but to me it's a simple sign of love and respect. It doesn't take much to make tea or coffee. And it takes only a little bit more effort to put in milk and sugar. Your partner should want to give you the world. Obviously those of us not in romance novels know there's no one perfect, but still...If they can't give you something as simple as your morning beverage, the way you want it, then there's something wrong.

So yeah, seeing my mom get disrespected (even in this small way) had it's effect on me. It's the small things that really count. This was just an early time when John did something great that helped me fall in love with him.

Ok end sap.