"She could not imagine that Heaven was better than being where she was, slowly growing warm and comfortable, sipping the hot, sweet, ginger tea, seeing Ma, and Grace, and Pa and Carrie, and Mary all enjoying their own cups of it and hearing the storm that could not touch them here."
~ Laura Ingalls Wilder ~
Teacup ~ from a teacup swap friend
Delicate napkin ~ embroidered by mom
Teacup ~ from a teacup swap friend
Delicate napkin ~ embroidered by mom
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