All well-regulated families set apart an hour every morning for tea and bread and butter

The love of a family is life's greatest blessing

What shall we do at our tea party?" Daddy asked. "Do we sing and read poems like you do at Grammy's?"

"We can just talk. I can tell you about what's been happening at school. You can tell me about your work or what you did when you were a little boy. You know. Things that matter.

She wanted to be wanted, that's all. She'd come up to get a pop, a tea, a paper ...she'd confide in me.

The waitress brought a fresh pot of tea, and Marty refilled his father’s cup and poured a cup for Samantha. Henry in turn filled Marty’s. It was a tradition Henry cherished—never filling your own cup, always filling that of someone else, who would return the favor.

They've been such a treasure. I have to thank God every day. We have a fabulous family. We're in a position where we can make a difference in somebody's life. That's worth more than all the diamonds and mink coats in the world.