The morning started before you woke. I listened to your breathing and it brought a big smile to my face. You never saw it, but it lit up the room like the morning sun. It seemed to balance the light coming through the window where the clouds floated by, and one by one, marched toward the brightening sky.
How did I know this? I looked around and saw for myself that the room was illuminated from all sides. You were in the middle. Could you feel the warmth that surrounded you?
We sought each other as early morning seeped into late morning, creating a tea blended with love, laughter, curiosity and generosity of self. But what prompted the follow up conversation? I can’t remember.
You asked me to read it to you and I obliged.
I sat, straddled on your lap. You held me while I read the words of my heart with the honesty and spirit they were intended.
You listened, smiled and laughed at all the appropriate moments. I had your undivided attention.
When I finished, I looked up to find your eyes welled with tears.
What's wrong sweet one? You should always feels this much love.
You have felt my heart and it overflows for you. I have felt your heart and know that it's an honest heart deserving of so much.
You are seen, found and embraced by me.
There’s so much more I want to say, but words fail me. I can see them flit across my mind but can’t seem to grab any to put onto paper. When I do manage to grab some, I often wonder if they’re the right words. Do they hold you the way you should be held?
You are the warmth of the sun, the blue of the sky and the softness of clouds. Above all, though, you are my perfect tea.
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