This past Sunday Sarah and I attended the Mother-Daughter Tea at my church.
Sarah was very excited to be attending this with me. I’m not sure whether she was more excited about the actual tea itself or the new dress I bought her for the occasion.
Sunday was a rainy and dreary day here, but that didn’t stop Sarah from donning her new spring dress and sandals. Grandma got her the sandals and Sarah loved them because she thought they looked like high heels. (Perhaps it was the open toe that gave them the grown up appearance but they certainly weren’t high heels.)
This was our first tea so neither one of us really knew what to expect.
The Knights of Columbus wore their tuxedos and served as tea as soon as we arrived. We had our choice of different flavors of hot tea. (I chose Pomegranate Fizz and Sarah chose Lemon Burst. At least I think those were the names.) They also served a couple of different flavors of iced tea as well as Fruit Punch.
Then they served our tea sandwiches. Sarah had PB&J on bread that was shaped like a butterfly and I had a cucumber cream cheese sandwich as well as a prosciutto wrapped asparagus sandwich.
We also had scones with orange marmalade and strawberries. All the portions were bite sized just like they would be at a proper high tea.
After we ate, a story reader from one of the local county library branches read us several stories about mothers and daughters. My favorite was “My Names Is Not Isabella!” This book might just make it’s way into Sarah’s Easter basket.
After the stories we had cream puffs and tiny little cakes for dessert.
And then the real fun began…door prizes! Because everyone knows it’s not a proper high tea without door prizes!
There were probably 120 people at the tea and they probably had 30 door prizes. Sarah didn’t understand the concept and kept asking me when they were going to call her name.
I tried to explain that not everyone would win and that since there were only a few prizes left she probably would not win anything. I barely got these words out when they called her name.
She turned to me and gave me a huge smile and an I-told-you-so look and proudly headed up to the front to pick up her prize.
And with that, the mother daughter tea was over.
On the ride home, I asked her what her favorite part of the tea had been. Without hesitation she replied, “The door prize!”
Had she asked me what my favorite part had been, without hesitation I would have
replied, “Spending time with you!”
I think we will be going back next year.