This is what I saw when I got up this morning: There was a cup of tea waiting for me. This wasn't the usual cup of tea in an insulated mug that my sweet husband makes before he leaves for work, but this was the work of Peregrine. It was surrounded by bright yellow packets of tea "to make a sunshine!" I was rather amazed that he'd made me a cup of tea and asked him all sorts of questions about it. He'd filled the boiler with filtered water before turning it on. I was a little concerned about him pouring boiling water (while his mama slept, no less) but I shouldn't have been. Our kettle starts rumbling pretty good long before the water boils, and he told me he thought it was "going to erupt" so he turned it off. (As he explained to me, when silica and hot water mix, they make lava. I don't think there was any silica in the kettle, but I was glad he stopped it short of boiling for other reasons!) He'd written some variation of "To Mama From Peregrine" on the mug with a blue marker, and had carefully broken open the tea bag "so the stuff could get out into the water and make tea!"
You'd better believe I enjoyed that cup of tea~ am I blessed or what?