I can't bear to think of starting a post without mentioning the heaviness I feel for the people of Japan. While feeding Israel lunch before laying him down for a nap, I couldn't help but think about all of the displaced people that are without family members and homes, even cities. I thought about them again as I laid Israel down in his crib with clean sheets and a warm blanket and the humming of his air purifier that lulled him to sleep. How many mothers were experiencing similar daily routines with their children just days ago? And again tonight when Jeremiah and I tucked Israel into bed for the night, we prayed for the missing survivors who are yet to be found. How very sad it is.
I'm not even sure how to transition from such a somber thought other than to say this morning I had tea on this Japanese made tray I recently thrifted. I think I'm going to try to make tea a part of my morning routine. There's something so simple and still rewarding about heating up water and pouring it over a packet of tea. It's little things like this that I will not take for granted.