My Tea Friend

Thursday evening was lovely. It was one of those evenings when after everything is said and done you sigh and say "That was almost perfect."

 White Rock. A setting sun. Gelato {raspberry & coconut}. Good tunes. Comfortable shoes. Camera. Conversation. My tea friend.

Ah yes, my friend. Going somewhere with her, is like going on vacation. I like her corner of the world...where everyone has an English accent, drinks tea and wears 18th century attire... whilst listening to Toby Mac...

This friend of mine brings a certain element to my life that no one else does. She is like a modern day Jane Austen or Elizabeth Bennet... take your pick. Strong, smart, independent, incredibly funny {and witty}, feisty, endearing... She'll give you a running commentary on any movie... or book, for that matter. She's a world traveller who absorbs every minute detail of her adventures. She's passionate about tea...any kind. She knows what she believes and she'll tell you... she's not scared. She has great taste in music. She's strong because she knows how to trust her Father. She doesn't like blogs...ha! She is calm and always gives good advice. If she wanted to, she could change the world... but she's good at being patient {regardless of what she says}.

I like spending time with her. And although I'm not a tea drinker like her {I would much rather have coffee}, I will drink tea...Because it just wouldn't be same without tea {or her}. I love her. She is my tea friend.