How can I describe how wonderful it is to have a husband who wakes me in the morning with a cup of tea (properly brewed of course) on a tray with a vase of freshly picked gardenias? Honestly, I feel like a princess. It’s not always gardenias. And not always flowers at all. But more often than not, there is the cup of tea. This helps to make up for the disappointment of waking up to find I’m alone. Paul often wakens early and slips out – only to return later with the cup of tea. What a blessing he is.