simple gestures

Last night I was in my little crafty space sewing away.  My thoughts were fixed on what I was doing (I was actually trying to figure out how to get around some dreaded hand sewing).  In the distance I heard footsteps carefully making their way down the stairs.  Since the children were in bed, I figured it was just Carl coming down to poke his head in to ask if I was the one who ate the last ice cream sandwich (which I may or may not have).  He leaned over my shoulder, and put something on the table.  I didn't look up from my needle and thread and just said, "hey."  With a bit of a smirk he reiterated my "hey" and walked off.  I began to wonder what that was all about.  Glancing up, I saw this:

He made me tea.  He made me happy...with such a sweet, simple gesture.  Thank you Curl, thank you.