Today, I celebrate a milestone birthday. You know it’s a milestone when birthday cards emblazoned with 40 and Over-the-Hill blanket an entire section of the card aisle. The Big 4-0 is upon me and I am Over-the-Moon happy. There is no sadness or sense of regret in being four decades old. I may not have accomplished all that I wanted, but I have far more than I dreamed. My life is what I have made of it. So I celebrate with my version of an afternoon tea.
I love tea. Hot. Cold. Tangy. Creamy. Chai. Iced. Unsweet. Honeyed. Lemoned. Powdered. Bagged. Bagless. Morning. Noon. Night. On this late afternoon, I sit lazily on the sofa with a good book in my hand, an assortment of savory and sweet treats on a small tray, conversations in the background, and I drink my loose leaf tea from my Harry Potter mug with Mr Tea Pants perched on the side. Today is the day that I order myself a special treat, a tea set not unlike the tiny china ones I had as a child. I will pick some Over-the-Top, yet cheerfully beautiful mixed-matched set that delights me. One day, it will sit in my office. And, at 3:30 on each afternoon, I will celebrate with afternoon tea and remember this special day.