At least it seems like yesterday,
when Mom took me shopping on my birthday -
to a quaint little nearby town,
in search of the perfect miniature tea set.
A little girl necessity.
But eleven years ago is probably more accurate.
I hosted a tea party at the kitchen table
about once a week after that,
complete with formal invitations and a mob cap.
I used it,
polished and re-arranged it.
It was my everyday girlhood luxury.
Until the day came when bigger tea cups suddenly
seemed much more practical.
The tea set has made its abode in a drawer ever since.
Until this morning,
when my four year old visiting niece asked:
"Do you have a tea set Kate?"