my cup runneth over

Not much time to blog today. There are errands to be run and packing to do! I snapped this photo as I waited for my morning tea to brew. I purchased this pretty tea cup & saucer at the Gruene Apple during our 4th anniversary last year. They have a big display of these dishes in the kitchen for you to admire as you heap the most wonderful breakfast you've ever had on your plate.

I've shed a few tears over the fact that I will not be eating such a breakfast. And yes, a Gruene Apple breakfast is actually worth a few tears - it's that good. But then I realized, I'll be sitting across the table from a very handsome and sweet man, celebrating five years. Five! He's stuck around and he still loves me, mood swings and all. I'll watch him enjoy his breakfast and eat whatever I can; I'll sip tea and admire chinaberry trees right outside the window. And why cry when I'll enjoy a mouthwatering steak at the Gristmill? Or a whole pot of tea and smoked salmon delivered to our room at the San José? Food is good and to be enjoyed, but food is not worth crying over.

For one thing, my restricted diet would be a bountiful feast to most people around the world, so I thank God for every bite I eat. I thank Him that hot, black tea tastes amazing to me lately. But most of all, I thank Him for His goodness to me - always. The foremost blessing on my mind right now is the man in the other room. The man who is so crazy that I can't help but laugh when I'd rather frown, who bends over backwards to make me comfortable, who lets me lean on his shoulder quite literally, and who tells me the truth. I can't wait to hop in his Honda Element tomorrow, listen to music, talk about the deep things in life, laugh, and escape to other parts of Texas. Just to be with him. You can have my cinnamon rolls the rest of my days as long as Johnny is nearby.