Little Things Mean A Lot

My eleven year old makes coffee every morning around 5 a.m., on her own and without my asking. This is just one of the ways that she shows honor. At around 6, I drink coffee while she sips on tea and we do our devotionals. It's a time we both look forward to.

When the tea cup I let her borrow broke, her heart broke with it. She sadly said, "Now I can't have tea.". Well Daddy, being the wonderful Daddy that he is, vowed that he would get a replacement teacup, one that she could call her own.

After weeks of looking and picking out mugs (because if you can drink tea out of it, it's a tea cup to my dear husband) Daddy finally found the cutest little heart tea cup second thrift store. Her face lit up when she saw it. Now it's back to tea time. Only now, my other girlies are wanting their own tea cups too. Go figure. Now we're all going to be having coffee and tea while doing our devotionals. It's just a little thing but it means so much that they want to do these things together.

Here's Cayla's little tea cup with one of the biscuits I made this morning. I'm looking forward to picking out cups with my other girls.