Almost every morning, I roll over to find this sitting on my nightstand next to me:
Tea in a thermos to keep it warm, and a cup to pour it into. Husband does this for me because I hate mornings and he doesn't, and I think he also does it because he loves me. He's a good man, that Aussie of mine. This morning tea makes me happy for 2 reasons: my friend Vanessa made the paper cutouts to be a replica of the house that we lived in when the two of us first moved to Sydney, and because, I love having tea in the morning but I hate making it. See above note about me hating mornings. On that note, are you impressed that the first thing I did this morning was roll over, grab my camera and take this photo? Then I stumbled out of bed and grabbed a piece of cake, which I am now devouring for breakfast while I write this post. I repeat, I am not a morning person.