. . . a well deserved moment,
to collect my thoughts,
to breathe and think;
how good it is to have some tea.*
When the last cookies were eaten, all the gifts unwrapped, and the guests had bid their farewells; when the party was over then came the most precious gift of all. As she did for me eight years ago and for my middle sister four years ago, my fairy godmother pulled out all of her beautiful teacups and the bride-to-be made her choice!*author unknown
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