Sunday Tea

The last time we were in China, we bought a tea set.  Katherine picked it out as a gift for me.  Most of the time is sits on a shelf above the kitchen sink.  But on Sunday evenings we take it down for Tea Time.

A year ago I blogged about the first time we drank tea on Sunday and how excited Rachel was.  The sight of a tea pot and the taste of tea reminded her of her foster family.  And she was SO happy to drink tea again.  So I decided to make Tea Time part of our week.  Most Sunday evenings since, the girls and I have had tea.  It has become our ritual, our way to end the week.  And we all look forward to Tea Time.

Katherine doesn't particularly like tea, but she loves the idea of it.  And she loves the routine of our time together.  We talk about the week that has passed and go over the schedule of the week to come.  It's our quiet reflection time.

I don't know that Rachel still remembers her foster family.  And that makes me a little sad.  They loved her so much.  But Rae still gets excited every time I mention tea.  She loves drinking it and she loves being a part of something that seems grown-up.

Steve has never joined us for Tea Time.  He claims that he doesn't like tea.  But, as Katherine points out, it's not really about tea.  It's about hanging out with people you love.  It's about remembering your past and wondering about your future.  It's one of the best parts of the week.

The three of us look forward to Tea Time all week long.  And savor every drop.