The tea was warm. The blanket snug.
She curled into the book. Content to read.
Content to be. Love and laughter filled the pages.
Sipping the sweet herb from her colorful mug.
Warmth and comfort. Sometimes taken for granted.
Not at this moment. At this moment she was grateful.
Grateful for the good words. Grateful for the warm beverage.
Full of gratitude for life. Because life was a joyous creation
fuelled on faith and chocolate.
