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Only a few knew of my disappointment at that event…
I had worked hard and was looking forward to tucking into a small slice of a special cake. There were many present but I still felt confident of having a taste because there were two decent sized ones. Alas, before the end of the evening, I went over to the table and found that there was not even a crumb left.

Lo and behold, more than a month later, out of the blue, I receive a special delivery, to say thanks for an unrelated matter. It was THAT special cake.

It is such a joy to know to such personal care. Every bite was worth the disappointment and wait. And no, this isn’t such a good photo of it! But I was so eager to tuck into it, I wasnt prepared to take much time on the photo!

A sudden craving. Quite unusual for me. “Pulled tea” is the direct translation of this local drink. The piping hot tea is frothed and partially cooled by pouring it from one container to another. The further apart the two containers are, one in each hand, the more dramatically it appears to be pulled to create bubbles. What an art!

Well, what started off as a time to grab some groceries turned out special because it became like a date over a nice frothy cups tea… that’s right – it ended up as an afternoon date with my best buddy. It’s one thing to enjoy a good cuppa. It’s more than doubly enjoyable when it’s in the company of someone you love being with.

Thankful for simple pleasures.

Thankful for special moments.

Thankful for time outs with Hubby.

What an amazing day. I decided to get some snacks for the rest of the office, and one more for myself. This snack was not one that I would normally get. We were all looking forward to tucking in when it arrived via a special delivery.

Then, an unexpected visitor to the office stops for a while longer and so I decide to give my share away. I have to confess that I had slight regrets as I listened to the positive comments of the others as they tasted and evaluated. But just ever so slightly. Then I carried on with my work.

Suddenly another visitor comes by. She doesn’t break a stride as she drops a small packet of biscuits on my desk, saying “My daughter made this, it’s for you to try.” Speechless, delighted, awed. Those are the words to describe what went through me.

Later, as I bit into this lovely offering, I had to make another confession – these were far better than the store bought goodies I missed. I can always buy those another time, rare though it might be. These lovingly-made biscuits however, were God-sent! And they were very very tasty indeed!