(a valentines tea)
she was delighted;
i was delighted that she was delighted:)
since we were asked to bring our own tea cups, that morning before i went to pick up mrs. moss, i went to 1890's gift store and chose matching tea cups for us to take to the party. i asked "miss dean", the owner, to please wrap mrs. moss' cup. after she wrapped the cup and tied a big red ribbon around the box, i paid and thanked her. i was off to retrieve my date...
when i got to the court where the mosses lived, i was a little early. so, mr. moss welcomed me in, took my coat, gave me a big hug, and directed me back to their bedroom where mrs. moss was sitting at her vanity putting on her final touches.
"good morning, dani," mrs. moss said in her gravelly sophisticated voice. "i'm almost ready."
i smiled, "that's great just take your time. i'm actually a little early."
i sat on the love seat and watched her work her magic, and we chatted like teenagers. she took out her compact powder and powdered her forehead, nose, and chin. then she put on her lipstick... pat, pat, pat... so as to not apply too much; she rubbed her lips together; then, with a tissue, she lightly blotted her lips.
"dani, which of these earrings do you think i should wear?" she asked.
i arose and walked over to her.
"these were mother's, and george bought these for me one time while we were in florida," she looked at me and smiled.
both sets of earrings were lovely. "why don't you wear the ones gim (her mother) gave you," i continued, "since it's a mother/daughter tea, it would be nice for you to wear something of your mothers."
she took my hand in hers and gave it a light squeeze and smiled (crinkling her nose) then turned back around in her seat and clipped the clustered pearl earrings on her ears.
after doing so, she arose. she was ready with the exception of putting on her sweater, which was lying on the foot of her bed. from her vanity, she picked up a rather large silk scarf and made her way over to her bed. she placed the scarf ever-so-gently over her head and face. she asked me if i would hand her her sweater. i obliged. she pulled her sweater over her head, which was still covered with the scarf so as to not mess up her hair or make-up.
she loved her teacup.
she loved the tea party.
she loved me...
and i loved her, too.
(to be continued...)
love and God's blessings,
ps you will find earlier entries in ascending order on my side bar entitled, "our love story":)